 follow me; everything is all right.
The Quaffle slipped free from Viano’s grasp the very moment he managed to force enough momentum through the sluggish drag of the Slow Zone. For a heartbeat, the red ball seemed just as burdened by the silver shimmer as he had been — and then it crossed into gold.
The Quaffle launched forward with violent acceleration, tearing through the air at a speed that likely surprised even the player who had thrown it. Wind whistled sharply around the spinning leather as it shot toward the goal hoops in a blazing streak of red, cutting past both Teal and Orange players alike.
Would someone from Orange manage to intercept it? Would a Teal Chaser reclaim possession first?
Hard to say, but the Quaffle certainly showed no signs of slowing down. At this rate, perhaps, it would find itself lodged into the stands instead ― it was veering a bit too left to be on target for the hoops.
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Elsewhere on the pitch, the distinct CRACK CRACK of Beaters making contact rang out in quick succession. Two Bludgers now tore through the air on intersecting paths — one streaking out of a bronze shimmer with an unpredictable backwards spin while the other managed to sail through pockets of unclaimed air — both rapidly approaching the same stretch of crowded airspace near midfield.
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Meanwhile, a brief glimmer of gold flickered near the opposite end of the pitch, near the Teal Team's hoops, darting mischievously around and through the hoops, almost blending in with their shine in the sunlight. |