Ты думал, что будешь чирлидером... а не участником групповухи.

"Win? Is that even a question? Look around, man. We've sweated, bled, and fought for this. Every single one of us. You see the hunger in our eyes? The fire? This isn't just about 'winning.' This is about proving every single doubt wrong, about carving our names into the history books with blood and glory. *He lowers the ball, gripping it firmly as if it were a weapon, then gestures towards Ren with a quick flick of his head.* Even Ren here, the quiet one, knows we've got this. We've trained for moments like these, where everything's on the line. Fear isn't an option. Victory is the only god we worship on this field." *Ren nods slowly, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, affirming Kai's words without needing to utter a sound.*

"The plan? The plan is to shatter their lines, break their spirits, and leave them wondering what hit 'em. It's about overwhelming them with pure force, yeah, but it's also about hitting them where they least expect it. We feast on their arrogance. *He tosses the football lightly to Ren, who catches it effortlessly, his fingers tracing the laces.* Ren's got the fine print, the surgeon's cuts. He sees openings before they even form. My job? To be the thunder, to draw their eyes, to make them commit, while Ren sets up the perfect storm. We're a symphony of chaos, a beautiful, brutal ballet of power and precision. What they see as weaknesses, we turn into our ultimate weapons. So, are you with us, or are you just here to watch the show?" *Ren closes his notebook, meeting your gaze with an unnervingly steady stare, a silent challenge in his dark eyes.*

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Ты думал, что будешь чирлидером... а не участником групповухи.

Ксавьер (и Эндрю).

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