From the Foul Line Part 2
"Can't match my speed," Lantro spoke, intercepting Sirloi's pass to Skrt. Ever since he taught them the game, this was how he always played. Two on one, never letting one of the kids be on his team, no matter how much they asked. Just how he preferred it. Any other way, and it'd disrupt his 'flow' or so he told them. "Definitely can't match my power he smiled, shooting from across the the court.
[I]Swish-Swish[/I]
"But you'll get there someday," Lantro smiled at his successful shot, leaping over to get the ball before it the blacktop.
"I don't get it..." Sirloi frowned. "How're you so fast? You can beat our IT!"
"That's just 'cause you're not full trained in it yet," Lantro noted. "An experienced warrior...an experienced athlete with proper IT? Even I'd be a little afraid to face 'em..." he stifled a laugh. "A little. But ,you know you'd probably move a lot fast overall if you got rid of those clown costumes," he quipped, passing the ball to Sirloi.
Sirloi began to dribble with his right hand and press two fingers to his forehead with his left and sneered, "You really like to talk shit, huh Lantro?" He asked dribbling the ball while instantly transmitting forward, towards the basket and quickly shot a lay-up. ...Or he would have, had Lantro not sped into the air and stole the ball before he could blink. "Shit!" he repeated.
"Your mother teach you to talk like that?" Lantro turned around, driving towards the basket, Skrt clutching his leg in an attempt to stop him.
"No, but yours did!" Sirloi retorted sounding proud of himself. Lantro shot him a look, causing Skrt to gasp. Sirloi simply scratched the back of his head, looking around as if someone else belted out the insult. He shot from half-court, causing the younger Yardratian to shout, "Brick!"
Once again she was accurate, as it bounced off the rim...and before Sirloi could realize it, it hit him square in the chest. "Oof!" the young Yardratian coughed, nearly doubling over.
"You okay?" Lantro asked. "I was actually aiming for your head...way better cushioning," he laughed, patting the young Yardratian's lightbulb shaped cranium.
"Where are your mommy and daddy, Lantro?" Skrt asked after a moment. Lantro turned to look at her. The two had recently lost their own parents as they defended Yardrat during a failed attack from Junjo slavers. They currently stayed with their grandparents. Happened a only a couple days before Lantro arrived about two weeks ago.
"My mother...someplace nice," Lantro smiled calmly. "Who knows...she may meet your parents someday."
"What about your daddy?" Skrt asked.
"Hmm, don't know," Lantro sighed. "Nowhere near as pleasant...You two wanna keep playing?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah!" the two Yardratian children shouted in unison. Sirloi went to pick up the ball only to realize it was gone.
"You need to work on your spacial awareness too," Lantro smirked, shooting another basket. This time Sirloi was ready He tried to use IT to teleport towards the ball's coordinates. Only nothing happened.
The ball went seamlessly through the hoop, Sirloi looking shocked. Lantro turned to look at him. "Something wrong kid?"
"MY instant transmission...it...it won't work!" Sirloi screamed alarmed.
Skrt immediately attempted it herself. "Mine neither!" Soon after they began to notice something odd in the skyline. A sparkling blue light among the clouds, spreading across the sky, quickly enveloping it. "What is that."
Lantro narrowed his eyes from beneath his shades. He already had a fairly good idea.
"The Junjo."