So he closed his eyes, took the deepest breath he could and slowly let it out while he dribbled the ball. Listening to each time, it hit the floor and touched the palm of his hand. It was a calming rhythm, but for some reason, it wasn't working for him. He was way too intense. The anger got to him enough for him to lose control of his feline eyes. This time it different, the pupil in his eyes lit up as like night vision and he could see the whole court, the dust particles in the air, the little cracks on the wooden court floor and each detail that created the gym. His eyes unlike most felines or the shapeshifters in school, were trained to be stronger, they were trained to get the details. Trained to see weakness or the next moves of players.
Once he was done looking around the room, his vision focused on the hoop in the front and he started to image players on the court. These players were nothing like any other players he went up against before. They had a thick air around them, like the redhead he met just moments ago. It was maddening to be around them or go up against them. He couldn't see their faces, they were blank, but he noticed that red head coaching this team on the sidelines. Asking who they were would have been a stupid question because you knew who. The court around them was lit up, but the audience, they were covered in darkness and the room was quiet. Just as he was about to say something, they all smirked at him as if he were just a bug about to be squashed. Just as he was about to throw the ball, Enma stood there before him as if he was there the whole time. He whacked the ball towards his left and there Jurou stood, with his hands stretched out in front of him, yelling wordless words at Conrad as he caught Enma's pass as if they were used to those catches already.
Jurou faced his body towards the hoop as one of those players stood in front of him as if he were a beast, waiting for his prey to take action. Just as he was about to make his shot. That's when the other player made his move. He turned to catch the ball and as he was falling down to his feet, those feet, smashed right down into Jurou's. He clenched his teeth in pain but tried to hold back his anger. The referee didn't take notice of this, so he didn't call a foul. Anyone who was watching, saw this, witnessed it, but didn't say anything. Not like they could right?
Sure Jurou was trying his best to hold back his anger and Enma was playing with that same stupid blank look on his face, but Conrad, he couldn't help himself. He licked his tongue "Tch" and this caught the eyes of the other team players. The one closest one to him laughed. 'This is great isn't it? Such an exciting game. I hope he will be alright.' Sarcasm and joy rolled off his tongue as if it were Christmas time.
As he thought about the game in his mind, his eyes were so full of anger that even his brows showed it and his canines started to sharpen, allowing his nails to grow long and jagged. As he moved in his mind, he was mimicking those moves on the court by himself.
