Supa Strikas: Play Through It to Own It

S4: Get That Supa Warrior 1

Thanks for supporting me, everyone! Now sit back and enjoy a game like no other. See you on the field!

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C-Clunk

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C-Clunk...C-Clunk...

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C-CLUNK—C-CLUNK—C-CLUNK

The rattling noise rings into his ears, making him stir as he slowly opens his eyes.

"...Urgh~..."

Shakes regains conscious while rubbing the back of his head.

"Augh, what...what hit me...Huh?"

However, he's shocked to find himself in a giant bubble, hanging in the trees along with his rivals in a circular formation.

"W-What's going on? Guys...guys, wake up!"

"Ugh~ quit yer yapping," Skarra groans, "I ain't deaf."

"Is naptime already over," El Matador groggily says.

"My head is still dizzy," Riano sighs, tiredly.

"Vhy are ve inside zhese hamster balls," Uber questions.

"Hiyah!"

BOUNCE!

BONK!

Miko takes a spill when kicking the bubble.

"This thing seems indestructible."

Chuck examines his and notices five locks all around the middle from the outside.

"Whatever it is, we're not getting out anytime soon."

"Right you are, Mr. Chipperson."

An echo bellows, making them look to the trees.

FWOOM~

STOMP!

A gust of wind rattles their glass cages as a figure lands in the middle of the circle on a round, wooden platform. The mist clears, revealing the muscular man with short brown hair, wearing dark camouflage clothes, fingerless gloves, and combat boots.

"Just be grateful those locks are holding you up from a 400-foot drop below."

"Eh~ can you repeat that?"

"Okay, buddy, enough games."

"Yeah! Who the heck are you?"

"You can call me Alpha-3 or A-3 for short."

He puts down the burlap sack and opens it, shocking everyone.

"Kalina!"

Though tied up, she doesn't flinch when A-3 cuts the ropes.