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Static nodded eagerly. Garand took the lead and Static was thankful for it, especially since the other blueblood was so intelligent. A good troll to fallow, Static felt himself thinking. He tried to wave that thought away, if Raijin ever heard that he found a peer or a lessor he was willing to fallow, he bet his lusus would burn his breakfast everyday for the next sweep. Raijin wanted Static to be a leader. Static wanted Garand to be a leader.

Static readied the twine, and put his knees under himself, all the better to jump up and run the moment they needed to. "Okay." Static said as he felt the electricity build up on his fingertips. "I have to um, concentrate a little, so you say when to run in and stuff, okay?" Static had to keep up a flow of electric current to heat up the other end of the wire enough that it would heat up, and start a spark, hopefully setting fire. Static was woefully aware at how inefficient the method was. Maybe he would ask this blueblood for hel- no Raijin would kill him. For advice after they won this game.

Static leaped into action as the other blueblood did as well, glancing at where he had stashed the "explosives". A boom sounded from the spot, and the bush quickly caught on fire. Static could see the trolls rush to that side of the building and gape at the distraction. Static grinned and felt the electric current surge through his body as he pushed himself to move faster. He hoped the distraction would be enough! As they neared the building Static squatted down and motioned Garand to climb onto his back to quicker enter the building. The quicker Garand could get in and out, the better.

As soon as Garand had leap into the building, time seemed to stand still for Static. He didn't hear anything, and his mind went to worst case scenarios, scene after terrible scene playing out in his head. He looked up to see Raijin lounging on some low hanging cloud. The lusus flicked his tail as he saw Static see him, but made no move to help the boy.

Suddenly Static heard Garand's yell and time seemed to speed up more than usual. The blueblood scurried to his feet, and at the sight of the flag in Garand's hand the boy let out a loud whoop. "Nice Going Garand!" The boy yelled, catching up to the other boy as he ran, the prized flag held high. Static shot a look behind himself, and saw a few kids chasing after them. Static took a second to reach down and grab the branch off of a shrubbery. He threw it behind himself as he ran after Garand, hoping to trip up one of their pursuers.

Static frowned when his trap only managed to hit one of the opposing team's players. It had been a good shot, and, well one was better than none now right? Static grinned tho when his team mates started cheering for them. It would be okay now, now they had backup! Then Garand tripped. Static gasped as the other blueblood shouted his name.

"Garand!" Static shouted back. Then he saw Garand throw the flag forward and Static felt his plumpbiscuit grow heavy. He couldn't just leave Garand there, in the sand. Thoughts raced through his thinkpan. The imaginary Raijin on his shoulder hissed and spat, "The flag! THE FLAG!" He knew they would win easily if he just swerved and grabbed up the flag. It could all be so simple, they would win, others might even like him for it!

But Garand. Garand had liked him before they even had a plan. When the blueblood knew next to nothing about him. His plumpbiscuit beat hard against the spitting and hissing imaginary Raijin. The blueblood clenched his jaw, made up his mind, and grabbed the flag. The Raijin on his shoulder howled in victory, but those howls soon became more angry hisses as Static then turned around and grabbed Garand's outstretched hand with his other hand. Static hoisted his friend up, a determined look in his eyes. "We started this together, Garand. We are going to finish it together!" The blueblood helped his friend get up and steady on his feet. Before he could even ask the boy if his foot was okay, the enemy team came up the last dune, moments away from reclaiming their flag.

Static grabbed Garand's hand, and, making sure he wasn't hurting his friend if the boy had a limp or some such, ran, hand in hand with his friend. It didnt really matter if they won, Static thought to himself. He had made a friend, something that would not have happened had the blueblood listened to the Raijin on his shoulder. Sure, they might loose, but he was going to loose hand in hand with someone great. A boy called Garand.