The tension in the air was almost unbearable as Jerry and Jester stood facing each other, each player sizing up the other. They were the two best attackers in the squad, at least as far as the one-v-one tournament was concerned—everyone knew this was the match everyone had been waiting for. Jerry had impressed so far with his flashy skills, and Jester… well, Jester was Jester. The guy didn't need to do anything fancy, but he could somehow get past anyone.
Tom blew the whistle, signaling the start, and the whole squad leaned forward in anticipation.
Jerry didn't waste a second. He took a quick touch of the ball, and his feet were already flicking it back and forth, doing stepovers like he was trying to hypnotize Jester. The crowd was already buzzing, watching Jerry do what he did best. He'd already pulled off some ridiculous moves in the earlier rounds, and it looked like he was about to do it again.