[ If it weren't for the shroud of black and red, the head of a beast manifesting from the Grim Reaper's hand, one might have been able to visibly see the sonic boom that upheavals the very sand beneath their feet in wake of the strike. The audience is damn near blown back as two players that have never lost a game of "Whose the Protag?" come together for what's effectively an Astral Finish of a spike. The volley that had been set leading up to this hadn't been very long, but at the same time...neither Ragna or Yu were keen on losing their clothes. Any of them. In fact, as the pair of cocky gulls they were contesting on the other end of the net can only scream as the volleyball miraculously retains its shape upon being spiked so mercilessly...
Sure enough, all that's left in the wake of the cataclysmic smash was a crater of sand, and the twitching, spasming muscles in the lifeguards' legs as one of them lies half-buried. Sure enough, with a cool huff, he'd be stabbing his weapon into the ground at the end of a hard and heavy battle by now. What's left of the audience that wasn't startled and rattled by their combined strength and teamwork suddenly flips, disregarding their ranks as the cheers start roaring in. They've created quite the commotion on the beach! And...frankly, Ragna wasn't prepared for things to end so quickly. But he's also damn glad that they did, because...is that a pair of red swimming trunks that one of the lifeguards was wearing? Literally blown away in the wake of the spike?
Yup. It most certainly is. And all that's left is a duo of jacked, silvery-haired protags. ]
Not bad. You've got some serious moves.
[ Turning his back to Yu to strike a pose with a flourish of his hand, a crimson wing manifests in the arc of his motion and disappears just as quickly, his back to his partner as they look on to the crowd cheering. ]
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[ If it weren't for the shroud of black and red, the head of a beast manifesting from the Grim Reaper's hand, one might have been able to visibly see the sonic boom that upheavals the very sand beneath their feet in wake of the strike. The audience is damn near blown back as two players that have never lost a game of "Whose the Protag?" come together for what's effectively an Astral Finish of a spike. The volley that had been set leading up to this hadn't been very long, but at the same time...neither Ragna or Yu were keen on losing their clothes. Any of them. In fact, as the pair of cocky gulls they were contesting on the other end of the net can only scream as the volleyball miraculously retains its shape upon being spiked so mercilessly...
Sure enough, all that's left in the wake of the cataclysmic smash was a crater of sand, and the twitching, spasming muscles in the lifeguards' legs as one of them lies half-buried. Sure enough, with a cool huff, he'd be stabbing his weapon into the ground at the end of a hard and heavy battle by now. What's left of the audience that wasn't startled and rattled by their combined strength and teamwork suddenly flips, disregarding their ranks as the cheers start roaring in. They've created quite the commotion on the beach! And...frankly, Ragna wasn't prepared for things to end so quickly. But he's also damn glad that they did, because...is that a pair of red swimming trunks that one of the lifeguards was wearing? Literally blown away in the wake of the spike?
Yup. It most certainly is. And all that's left is a duo of jacked, silvery-haired protags. ]
Not bad. You've got some serious moves.
[ Turning his back to Yu
to strike a posewith a flourish of his hand, a crimson wing manifests in the arc of his motion and disappears just as quickly, his back to his partner as they look on to the crowd cheering. ]