Pol's face was calmer than Jim expected. "I'll make sure for them to play actively," he said yet Jim didn't know why but there was something strange about his attitude.
"What are you scheming sly giant?" he muttered while glancing at the opponent team, "whatever you try, I'll make sure to make it hard for you to achieve it."
He was still surrounded by the three decoys and now he only waited for the game to continue.
"Start!" and the referee gave the signal while the gigantic clock up there showed a twenty second countdown.
"Switch!" Pol suddenly shouted and the next two tankers left the pitch and two hitters entered instead. They went directly towards Jim's half where they stood around the four Jims with vigilance.
"Are they waiting for me to move out or something?" Jim smiled before noticing the ball moved to the ace from the tankers for the first time ever.
