Castillo grinned as he released a high flying cross, allowing the ball to spin beautifully. Lars didn't remove his eyes from the ball, he kept on tracking it as it descended slowly, clearly coming towards him.
Lars smiled, he was in the right place. he leapt into the air, controlling it with his chest, but in the next moment, all the hair on his body stood up, and he quickly recognized danger. this wasn't football Instincts calling on to him, this was his survival Instincts screaming at him. He could tell their difference immediately.
Sterling suddenly appeared from nowhere, his leg swinging like an axe, he lunged at Lars, clearly aiming for something more than the ball. The look on his eyes told Lars that he wasn't here for jokes.
However, Lars saw the look in his eye, it clearly
spelt danger. Lars didn't know when he abandoned the ball and jumped, trying to avoid Sterling's Kick.
