Ramona's actions had power behind them, strong muscles and werewolf strength barely straining to reach the bookball in time, kicking it to her teammate with ease before she rolled, quickly springing back up to her feet. Her wolf ears twitched, scanning the bookball pitch to quickly figure out where the ball was now, working quick enough to near instantly find it, no one but her knowing she had to regain her sense of location. Her mouth curled into a triumphant smile, all sharp fangs.
Justine watched on, unable to tear her eyes away.
Justine's actions had power behind them, strong muscles and years of practice barely straining to fouetté en tournant, and then another and another, until it was twelve in a row, getting out of breath. Duchess rolled her eyes, she could do thirty two.
Ramona watched on, unable to tear her eyes away.