Diego rushes over.
"Luca, are you okay??" Luca exhales as his eyes glow. A smirk spreads across his cheeks.
"Southpaw spin on top of the already fast monster serve of his… did he just serve…" Kurai rises to his feet, walking back to the service line, an aura of sheer power rising off him.
"With his non-dominant left hand!?" The arena shakes. Spectators jumping to their feet as a roar encircles the entire arena. Luca gulps and looks at the net. 'He got passed me this first time, but It won't happen again! I'll show him that targeting me is a bad thing because I can also receive!!'
Kurai tosses the ball at the whistle, taking a few fast steps forward and flying into the air. Kurai's eyes glow along with his calm expression as he prepares to serve. 'Good, I've got his attention to focus on receiving the ball… he's failed the last 2 times, so he's gonna try and prove himself by bringing this up. So I'll make this one easy on him!' Kurai swings, instantly stopping his motion upon reaching his swing's apex. Lightly tapping the ball over the net.
"It's short-" Luca appears under the ball, diving to bring it up.
"TAKE THAT!" Diego grits his teeth.
"Idiot! Now we don't have a setter!" Luca freezes. He can't touch the ball twice in a row. Kurai gave him the ball twice to drag him to make that receive and thus Argentina would be without a setter, making them easier to predict.
"Sorry!"
Kurai runs up to the net and slightly tugs Max's shirt to the left. Hector rushes up to the net for a quick set. The ball floating in front of him as a wall appears as the ball hits the court behind Hector. They hit the floor. Luca looks up at Kurai from the floor. 'The longer this game continues, the easier he's controlling the game!' USA 17-11 Arg.
Kurai tosses the ball and full power slams it over the net. Diego leans forward and brings it up as his arms steam.
"It's high!" Luca rushes to the net.
"Got it!" Luca mimics Kurai and slides hir right foot back, then jumps to fake a right set. Quick setting the ball to Jaquin who jumped on first tempo. Suddenly a shadow forms overtop of him as he taps the ball over Max.
"Jaquin Perez tips the ball over Max Deleny, USA's middle to get past the massive wall!"
Luca jumps back slightly. 'Their number 10, Max Deleny, wasn't even thrown off by my decoy!'
Kyle receives the ball calmly. In a flash, Kurai quickly set the ball to Sean who plowed it onto the court. USA 18-11 Arg.
Luca gulps. 'Their middle, Max didn't even flinch at my decoys… then their Libero, Kyle easily brought up a tip spike over such a high block! Then their Opposite hit it past our blockers so easily! It's not just Kurai…' Luca turns and watches as a powerful aura rises off Team USA. 'They're all monsters who're being fueled and fed by the Monster Generation's Emperor of the Court!'
"Kurai Vlast steps up to serve once again! Argentina better do something!"
Kurai exhales.
"Good serve…" Kurai tosses the ball, taking a few quick steps and jumping in quick forward motion. Slamming his palm into the ball and over the net. Diego leans into the receive, holding his breath and bringing the ball up. He exhales.
"HAAAAAAAAA!!!" Diego screams as his arms steam.
"Diego Nunez manages to get a perfect receive off Kurai's famous Jump serve!"
"But the ball is going right over the net, will we get a joust!?"
Luca rushes up to the net and jumps, reaching his hands up to touch the ball. Kurai jumps up for the ball as well. Luca grits his teeth. 'No! He's gonna get the ball and we're gonna be another point behind!' Luca extends his hands just a bit and rolls his fingers to set the ball. It rolls backwards, into Kurai's arms, and down onto the court. Kurai lands, not having done anything but holding both arms up. USA 19-11 Arg. Luca grits his teeth as a whistle blows.
"Oh, that's a foul for Luca!"
"It seems in his desperation; Luca Menendez touched the ball when it was on the USA's side of the net!"