Requested by Seryyth
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Poor Sportsmanship
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Jack sprinted down the length of the field, giving the soccer ball a kick every few paces to keep it ahead of himself and away from the others. The kids had insisted he join them for at least one game, and, well, he was weak to their pleading faces. Not that he would have said no to begin with.
He glanced up from the ball to the goal just ahead. Monty was standing before it, looking decidedly nervous but with a glint of determination shining in his eyes. Jack grinned disarmingly at him, but then suddenly Caleb was in front of him, making an attempt to snatch the ball.
Jack created a patch of ice on the ground before him, using it to propel him around the boy, narrowly avoiding the theft. The ball rolled much faster on the ice and the goal was now only mere metres away.
"Hey, no powers!" he heard Caleb call behind him.
Jack laughed, tossing an easy grin over his shoulder. "Okay, okay, no powers!"
Before he had a chance to even finish the sentence, however, something slammed into his side, sending him crashing into the snow with a loud 'oof'. He looked up from his prone position, shaking excess snow from his face and hair as Cupcake hauled herself back to her feet and cheered as Pippa, having used the diversion to steal the ball, sent it back up the field to the other goal.
Jamie, the goalkeeper of his team, stood at the ready, watching carefully. Pippa kicked the ball to Caleb before Claude could cut her off, and then Caleb kicked it back to Pippa before she went for the goal. Jamie jumped a second too late and the ball sailed over his head and between the makeshift makers they'd used for the goal.
"GOAL!" Cupcake cried, pumping her arm.
"I can't believe you tackled me," Jack laughed, picking himself up.
"If you get to use your powers I get to use mine," she shrugged. When Jack raised a brow at her, she smirked and flexed her arm. "Super strength."
"Yeah, okay, that's fair," Jack conceded.
"What's the score now?" Jamie asked, coming back to rejoin them after having retrieved the ball.
"I think it's our team three and yours four," Pippa replied.
"Wanna do first one to five wins?"
"Okay, but this time," she sent Jack a meaningful look that he pretended not to see, "no powers." Then, to Cupcake, "Or tackling."
"Fiiiine," the two chorused.
"Dibs being goalkeeper!" Claude announced, hurrying to secure the spot.
"Could someone maybe switch with me?" Monty asked. "Being goalkeeper makes me uneasy."
"Sure, Monty," Cupcake slapped him on the shoulder as she passed him to the other end of the field.
The remaining others gathered around the centre and put the ball in the middle.
"Ready?" Caleb asked, one foot on the ball. "Go!"