Halo: Spartan III

Abbra returned the smile, as much as she wanted to beat him, she couldn't set aside her manners. Competition was not important to her, although it did give one quite the rush. "Hey Parker, I wouldn't get to excited, I mean...I do have a lunch riding on this victory."

Abbra stepped it and extended her arm, balled in a fist. "Sounds good, what type of foot ball Jacob? Tackle, touch or flag?" She looked at her team, formulating a plan. Unfortunately, she forgot how to play foot ball for the most part. Although she'd remember as soon as the ball was in her hand, so it didn't concern her.

Jacob looked at her and then over to their team. Then he turned back and with a little smile said, "Lets do tackle should be very fun that way"

Lawrence stared at her for a moment, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Wouldn't be much fun if it wasn't tackle, would it now?"
By the smile on her face, he would say that she very much felt the same.

"Tackle it is." she said.

Lawrence could almost hear Rayden's anticipant grin behind him.

The first bout ended in a paper-paper tie, Lawrence won the second and third. "Okay, we want you guys to kickoff." he said, patting her lightly. Both teams strode off to opposite sides of the field.

"You hit me." Axel said, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice. He glared at the Lieutenant, firing daggers at him from his eyes. Abrubtly, he drew his hand back and slapped his superior across the face. "Don't hit me again." One eyebrow arching oddly he hesitated a moment before turning and walking away. "I expect to see you on the Dream Lieutenant. You of all people owe those soldiers that much."

The Lieutenant moved in the opposite direction, massaging the side of his face. For someone over a head shorter than him the kid could hit hard enough... He smiled faintly, Axel always had an odd sense of humour.

Axel walked past James on his own way to find a place to watch the game. He said nothing, had nothing to say to him. He simply stopped walking, and eyed him, as if assesing him, for several seconds before moving on. "You need help Spartan." He said, after a long moment. He sighed, and sat down a few feet beside his fellow soldier.

"I don't think these guys remembered what happened first time we played?"

The only difference to Wise that made him grin was still a pretty large field with less people? He felt the urge to run to the endzone stop at the line and run back and forth for fun. Just he has yet to know what his speed can truly do after the augementations.

Parker made his way over to the other side of the field and waited. If he caught the ball, he would be in big trouble and would need to muster up some miracle of speed to match those of the other team. He was fast alright, but not as fast as most of the players on the other team. If he did, he would have a chance of making it to the other side and scoring a touchdown during the kick-off.

He stood more off to the side so that Lawrence or Wise could catch it and make their way across.

Malice set in her eyes as she rested on Parker, "Tackle it is." Clearly anticipate to smash some of her opposing Spartans into the ground . "We're kicking off?" She asked casually, slightly surprised. "OK, fine Lawrence but keep in mind that rock, paper, scissors is going to be the only kind of thing your going to win today."

She turned her back on him and rushed towards her team, waving them in. "Gotta change of plans, I'm going to kick it up, Wise you book it and get to the ball. Don't worry about running unless you got a great opening. Personally, I don't want to risk anything. Other wise, pass it back to Jacob and he'll find a good opening. Tony, I'm expecting you to run vertically towards the end zone along the side of the field, and once you see Jacob get that ball, which I'm only presuming is going to happen, cut in towards the center and get that ball. Keep running diagonally as far as you can. I'll try and catch up and play along the right side, if you can you can pass back to me. I'm pretty slippery. How does that sound?" Abbra shifted her weight onto her right leg and peered over her shoulder, "Any suggestions?

Marie scratched herself on the head. "Uh, guys" She said, pausing for a moment. "I do not know the rules" She nearly whispered, blushing. She had never played this game before and one thing leading to another, she did not know the rules. She barely knew what you were supposed to do in this game. She sighed, hid her face beneath her cap and faced the ground. She knew this was a pretty big sport and not knowing anything about it was quite the embaressment.

"I am good at taking orders, though. Tell me where to stand and what to do and you have yourself a pretty functional player. Well, if you tell me what I am allowed to do and what I am not allowed to do" She was embaressed not only because she did not know the game, but that she delayed the actual and current game to start.

His team lined up for the kickoff, Parker and Marie off to the side. Rayden was slightly in front of them all, which meant he would be blocking. And that Lawrence would be catching and running.

"Crap." he whispered.

From Marie's and Parker's formation they would sprint diagonally across the center once the other team kicked off and form a protective triangle. Rayden's sheer size would be storming up the center. Still, Lawrence was only slightly reassured by his size.

"And.....kickoff!" the plantive call came from the opposite end of the field.

The ball arced low and fast as the Spartans were, they didn't have enough lob and Lawrence was able to put himself under the trajectory to catch it. Off they went.

As expected, Marie and Parker arced inward to protect Lawrence's flanks, and Rayden tore grass out by the roots with his pounding feet. Tony was roaring in from an oblique angle from the sideline and made a beeline for Lawrence.

Reading the play, Rayden adjusted his path. The two biggest Spartans rammed shoulders; Tony spun off and landed hard to the side, while Rayden was knocked backward. Wise tried to dance around Marie, but she threw herself in a dive and snagged his ankle, and he tripped. Parker and Jacob collided and grappled vainly. That left Lawrence, who was nimbly waltzing through the mess, and Abbra, who was coming in late.

Oh, joy, Lawrence thought sardonically.

Instead of trying to dodge around her, he flew at her full speed, his heart ramming against his chest, and lowered his shoulder.

[I am very sorry to write OOC in here, but I just want to make sure everyone go check what I wrote last in the OOC thread before replying to anything ✅ Again, I am sorry about writing here and it will not happen again ❌]

Parker grappled with Jacob, and barely any of them moved an inch. Eventually he threw him over to the side, changing into a sprint and aiming at Abbra who was heading straight for Lawrence. If Lawrence was taken down now, they would lose their chance for a touchdown at the kick-off.

Inches before he could knock her out of the way and dodge Lawrences blow enough for him to get through, Jacob had suddenly appeared from behind him and made a jump for him, grabbing him by the shoulders and making him crash face first into the dirt.

The impact caused the game to stop for a minute as Spartans watched in fear and horror as both of them slid across the field until Jacob had rolled off Parker.

For half a second Parker remained still before he twitched slightly and looked up. His forehead was covered in dirt and he had scrapes in some places which stung like hell. But he sucked it up like a Spartan and got up, raising his hand as an approval of I'm ok, continue.

Axel arched an eyebrow as the play started. With a mixture of very much imperfect vision and his other senses, he had an idea of what was going on, and it put him on edge. These Spartans were still playing like they did before the enhancements. While knowing your stronger, faster, and more powerful than before, often times it does not override a lifetime of experience.

Seeing one tackel between two of the larger Spartans, Axel's expression hardened and he started making his way onto the field. That hit was close. A little more to the left and Rayden could have killed his companion. Their speed and strength rose exponentially in relation to a linear increase in there body weight, size, and durability. In essence, raw offensive power got most of the gain. He remembered after his own Spartans had gotten enhancements, though less minor, injuries had started the first few days. Though they never got to play football... A shoulder in the chest could easily impale the chestplate. He'd almost made the same mistake himself. There was no way he was going to let someone else do that.

He could move fast, very fast. For now, faster than the others on the field, though he expected that to change once they got their training and had fully recovered. Still, at least mercy was with him this time.

Silently, like a ghost, he'd moved to intercept Lawrence, and from his initial position, had managed it. He'd said nothing, one mistake. He'd moved silently, and equal mistake. Too much relation to a combat situation.

"Lawrence wait!" Lawrence, who was running at full speed and putting all his power behind his shoulder, collided with Axel with a dull thud, and a quiet crunch. The momentum was more than enough to send Axel flying backwards. They'd hit at a gentle angle, but as Lawrence had more offense momentum, Axel was lifted into the air and nearly flipped over. Somehow the Spartan managed to do a sloppy job at landing on his feet and he staggered back a considerable distance before managing to gain his balance. He slowed his backward momentum, and seemed to stand in one spot for a long moment as if simply staying on his feet was a considerable effort. His eyes narrowed in concentration and he staggered to his left half a step. "Need to learn to be careful..." He said, barely audible, his eyes were on the ground about twenty feet in front of him. "Not used to it yet..."

He winced, swaying on the spot. Momentum wasn't a problem anymore, stimply standing was. His arms will still held out to the sides slightly, keeping him balanced. He fell forward onto one knee, his right arm coming down to keep him from falling over.

Her abilities were clearly under estimated, unfortunately she found out the hard way by completely missing her mark. The all was in procession of the other team. One move into the game and her plan had already failed. She shook it off, things like this happened in games.

Every member of her team fell one way or another, all in the same vain attempt to stop Lawrence. They should have tried to wrap around and go for his back. She prepared herself to stop him, knees braced, crouched down Abbra expected him to swerve away from her, not the opposite. Instead of moving, her plan was to use his own momentum against him. Although she would be sent to the ground, in the process she could hopefully get a good enough grip on his shoulders to take him with her.Once again, not knowing how phenomenal their strength was, she didn't know what the possible dangers were.

The hit never came, no impact, no anything. Slightly stunned, Abbra had to take another look. Axel? The wheels turned slowly inside her mind, at first unable to comprehend his actions. The answer dawned on her within a second, although to be honest she probably would have rather taken the hit. Now he was hurt because of her again, again. "Are you OK?" She asked, unable to make sense of what he said, from the distance she was at the sentence sounded slurred. Abbra wanted to move forward, but was unable to will herself too. Fear wrapped itself around her ankles and constricted her mobility.

Raevynn sat cross-legged on a bench some distance away from the ongoing foot ball game.

It was nice to watch her team interact from an outside perspective. From this view she was getting a clear idea of each Spartans strengths and weaknesses. This simple game of football was a perfect way for them to demonstrate qualities that they would soon rely on in combat situations.

As Axel charged into the field, she felt a surge of something almost like the feeling of happiness rushing through her. Perhaps her initial thoughts of the new Axel were inaccurate. Even though he came to them as a new, battled hardened and emotionless soldier, somewhere inside him lived that boy they had all grown attached to all those years ago. Finally he had been reunited with them.

Spike had just woken up from his sleep in his hospital bed. He glanced over to the corner of his room and saw a pair of crutches and noticed his arms were out of their cats and that he could finnaly join his team. Spike got up and got dressed. Spike weakly walked over to the crutches and got them and put them under his arms and then he went outside to there the others were. Spike saw Rae sitting on a bench just watching everyone else play.

"Hey squad leader what are you doing slacking off while your squads out there working."

Spike said trying to sound like Mendez or someone supirior to her.

Raevynn looked up at Spike and smiled. It was nice to see that he was recovering. After all, it was his cocky morals that landed her in trouble with Mendez.

"Oh I wouldn't want to interrupt their hard work." She laughed weakly. "Besides, you're really one to be giving advice." She added sarcastically.

Raevynn gestured for Spike to come sit with her. It was obvious he couldn't play foot ball with the others. "Did you learn anything?"

Spike took a seat next to his squad leader Rae and looked at her.

"Now let me ask you a question ok? Do you think i've learned anything "valuble"? Whaat i have learned is that i'm invincible and no one or nothing can kill me. Maybe just maybe on a bad day you could once again maybe kill me."

Spike said as he got up and hobbled on one foot.

"Hey one of yall panseys throw me the ball."

Spike said yelling to the person who had the football.

OOC: If you can't tell Spike is still Spike lol

[]lol Spike is one hard headed idiot. But thats not to say he isn't a very colorfull character >_>[]

Raevynn felt her heart drop as Spike answered with an attitude to match his injuries.

"Sit down." She ordered. "You're in no condition to play foot ball. If you don't recover the entire team is going to suffer for it." Her voice was serious, but she knew her words would have difficulty sinking through Spike's thick skull. "Please. Sit." She said again, this time her voice was a bit calmer.

Spike turned around and sat down and looked at Rae.

"Now squad leader was that and order or a plee for me to sit down and by the way im perfectly fine i'm just using these cruthes because im to lazy and don't feel like not using them. I'm ready for anything Rae I want a mission."

Spike said getting a little mad.

"So do you know when our next or first mission is or will be."

( This might be a good time to have mendez come in and brerak up the game and say we have a mission or something cool)

[Seriously, sit down, or Axel might do that thing to you again..And your NOT invincible, none of us are. We just got enhancements, not super powers. Axel can kill you if he wants. He's just not that cold-hearted.]

Parker watched as Axel began swaying back and forth for a few seconds before he fell to his knee. At this point Parker was making his way over. "Axel, need help? You don't look like your in any condition to play at this point." Parker made a "T" shape with his hands to call a timeout.

"You sure you can continue playing, or do you want to sit out for a few?" Parker was kneeling down beside Axel, who apparently looked dazed and in pain.