Elian sprinted towards the corner flag, his arms outstretched in triumph. As he reached the flag, he leaped into the air, executing a flawless flip. Landing gracefully, he struck a pose, pointing his index fingers to the sky.
"The Archangel's Wings."
Elian turned around, facing Aria, he pointed a finger at her, made one sign and beat his chest. The message was clear, one more goal to go.
Aria blushed, she waved at him, feeling the eyes of about a hundred thousand people staring at her.
The crowd was sure to catch on immediately, but she didn't care, neither did he.
Elian turned around, facing his goal and walking back to his own position.
He had done it just as he envisioned in his mind. This celebration was certainly going to hit the internet, and it would all contribute to his rapidly growing popularity. His fans would hit millions in no time.