When the game resumed, the ball darted forward, weaving between floating obstacles.
West leaned into his glider, accelerating.
Two opponents immediately abandoned chasing after the ball and angled toward him.
They both crashed into him from the sides, causing West to nearly lose his balance.
He glided backwards, stabilizing himself...
"Whoa, hey," West called. "It's just a game."
However, it didn't stop there.
Their movements were sloppy... but hostile.
They angled towards him again almost like he was the target instead of the ball, and in the next instant, a disguised punch swung toward his ribs.
West tilted sideways, letting it miss by inches, then casually bumped into the attacker.
The other guy went flying instantly, spiraling off the glider.
The second opponent leapt onto West's glider, trying to knock him off balance.
West twisted, grabbed the guy's shoulder, and used the momentum to spin.
The attacker was sent tumbling away like a kicked can.
