Spitfire
Rocket was ready!!!
Helmet on, tagger at the other side, casually flipping a Rock sign to crowd below.
She was going to get this tag if it killed her!
Ok WHY would she even say that this was probably the only tag course you could get injured in, why would she say that, she wouldn’t die that’s stupid, this was a totally safe, completely-
“-ITS TIME TO PLAY SOME TAG!”
GO NOW!
Rocket blasted off, crawling through the dome, mind fully on getting the tag.
The player was clever, trying to juke her out by leaving as soon as she arrived,
Well this player should have learned the first time,
you can’t out-run the rocket.
“TAG!”
BOOSH! That’s how you do it! Rocket had managed to effortlessly snag the tag in less then 17 seconds!
An incredible run if she said so herself!
She made the fall without a second thought, rolling off as quick as possible.
Next up was Bulldog, and he seemed to be doing a (ironically) cat and mouse type play.
Rocket decided to stay and watch his Tag. Which was also relatively fast. About 45 seconds.
Flame was up next, in all her blazing glory, and immediately a fiery burn was lit inside her.
Huh.
It wasn’t painful like usual?
That was odd.
For once it felt warm, and powerful. And sent shivers down her spine.
It was odd. But good?
A good odd.
She liked it.
Well, it was a gigantic improvement from the horrible searing pain of before.
She decided to head back now, as Flame got the tag in lightening speed. (18 seconds!)
Maybe she could make it back in time to watch Atomic Ants Tag with geek!
It seemed to be only a few minutes later when the next round started.
Damn, Watt brothers! You really managed to get them up their in record timing!
Picking up the pace, she saw the hang out area. Eventually, she reached her destination, briefly taking in her surroundings-
—HOLY CRAP!
“ROCKET! HELP US!” Geek screamed.
Currently, himself and Dynamite we’re struggling to hold back a rampaging Iron Giantess, who was screaming at the Player outside.
“TOUCH HER AGAIN! I DARE YOU! YOU LITTLE PEICE OF SHIT! HOW DARE YOU FREAKING TOUCH HER! Maldito pedazo de mierda, I will DESTROY YOU!”
Rocket had no idea what the hell was going on, but knew she had to keep her from going outside. Their was a clear rule when tagging, simple even. But at times like these very very hard.
DONT, look bad on camera.
“IG! IG! Calm down! It’s ok! Everything is ok!” The blonde desperately tried to calm the extremely angry giant. grabbing onto her waist and pulling in the opposite direction.
“Ok? NONE OF THIS IS OK! Rocket! She fouled against Lorena! She fucking grabbed her wrist and pushed her away! While they were standing AT THE FREAKING TOP OF IT!” Giantess yelled, trying with all her might to get out of the hangout and probably MAUL that girl.:
—Wait what?!
In shock, Rocket momentarily paused, to the chagrin of the others.
Blocking a Tag?
Not allowed and a immediate foul.
Touching someone to block said tag?
Unheard of.
Grabbing someone’s wrist and yanking on top of a Dome 30 feet in the air?
DEATH PENALTY!
(Actually they probably would just deduct a few points or something, but this was the feelings of the taggers she was talking about)
Whoever did this was out of their mind!
It was honestly sickening to think that Lorena, the smallest player who was scared of heights, was fouled in such a way.
—“ROCKET PLEASE!”
“Huh? OH GOD YES OF COURSE.” She was snapped out of her internal tirade, immediately going to try and hold back IG.
“GRAB HER ARM? OH ILL SHOW YOU A GRAB! ILL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB! ILL-
Lorena!”
IG cut off instantly, as Lorena had managed to sneak in the front unnoticed.
All effort went to waste as Giantess went slack. Her attention solely on the girl in front of her.
“Lorena? Are you ok?” She whispered, her voice painfully concerned.
Ant looked stiff and monotone, not saying a single word. Her face looked confused and disturbed, as if holding back a wave of emotion.
She was cradling her wrist to her chest, Rocket winced and looked away once she saw the beginning of a red handprint.
“Lorena? Hon-ey?” IGs voice cracked with emotion, not even caring that she let a term of endearment slip.
Dynamite gasped softly and tucked herself behind Rocket, probably just seeing the handprint herself.
Not that it was huge at the moment, but Dynamites presence didn’t tingle.
She was probably too distracted to even have her weird Reboots.
“L-Laura?” Ant whispered so softly, Rocket barely even heard it.
But damn.
Iron Giantess definitely did.
Her expression was one of such severe heartbreak, she felt as hers might spontaneously combust as well.
Lorena was the only person people called by their real name. Sure everyone knew each other’s, but it was used so little, that people swore it off.
Even though she was an untouchable, Ant usually didn’t break that rule as well.
But today,
Today was different.
IG was almost breathless, the girls silence being too much for her to handle.
“Sweetie, please. say something.” She begged.
Lorenas lip started to quiver, and with a shake of her head she was running straight into her embrace . Wrapping her arms fiercely around IGs middle, muffling the sound of sobbing into her chest.
“Oh honey.”
In one swoop she picked the tiny girl up, cradling her close, and walked out the back of the room.
Leaving the three to stare at each other forlornly.
...
“I made sure to tell the judges.”
An audible crack was heard, as everyone turned to the front.
Spitfire was casually leaning against the entrance, a sad look in her eye.
Seriously, how could no one notice her??? You think she’d be a neon target with her hair???
“Repeat that?” Geek asked.
She nodded, walking into the room.
“I said I made sure to tell the judges,” people seemed confused, so she continued, “About the foul block. They already saw it, but I made sure to tell them. Someone had too.”
A moment of silence passed, rocket stared at her shoes, not knowing what to say.
“Ya know, she did it to me too.”
That sure got her attention back, looking up into the Rockettes eyes.
“It was unnoticeable to most. But she blocked my tags as well. Waited till my body would cover most of it,” she shook her head solemnly, “Not nearly as severe as Ants over their. Didn’t grab me or nothin’ just kinda raised her arm so my wrist would hit hers instead of the vest.”
Still no one said a word, probably too caught in their own thoughts to think of anything.
“Well, just thought y’all should know.” Spitfire bid fair well, and as quick as she arrived. She was gone.
....
“Holy crap!”
“You can say that again.”