Snippet #2675712

Anselm continued to show off, dodging by leaning left, right, and completely leaning backwards. He could feel the ones shot by Jacob, even the missing ones sent a shock through his system. But it didn't scare him, no, it thrilled him. He thought the first day returning to school would be nothing but sour looks and the boring droning of teachers. The very thought of being a normal student was laughable. It was like a... public hunt of sorts. Just without the demon and... use of abilities. A challenging handicap.

He shot glances at both Danny and Zero, feeling something... different about them. They have achieved something he has yet to, even in his seniority. He wouldn't accept this... he couldn't, the very thought...

"Hey hey! Long time no see ya ol' Bart," Yamir cries out, popping up from Anselm's shadow, arms crossed, casting a wide grin. "Heard you guys had a hell of a time down here... all we had was getting frostbite from chasing cannibalistic Canadians in the freezing north... must say I'm green with envy." His head momentarily ignites with a green hair flame.

Anselm was fixated, it was a competition now in his mind, a game of field dominance. And he wasn't going to lose to anyone. He smirked as he picked up a ball, and beckoned Jacob to take a shot. To everyone else he was just being cocky, which was in a good part true, but he was finally fixated on taking the magician out of the game first, before Danny.

"Ey newbie, c'sider this my welcoming gift!" He draws back, giving it some athletic gusto as he sends the ball flying. He didn't expect it to hit, but he didn't intend to dodge the return shot either. He knew of another way to score an out, and it would hurt. Too bad it won't leave a scar...

"What... t-that look, that tone, could it be..? Oh this is just like old times," Yamir's tone is brimming with enthusiasm as his partner appears to be having fun for a change, especially since it was just a grab for power. "It is so good to be back!"