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Chapter 211: Larry’s Legion
Vale watched as the ball sailed through the air and landed in the waiting claws of Larry’s Legion’s own Aster, number 23.
’Holy hell!’
Greed had described it...
’But humans actually played a sport like this?!’
Sure, the humans supposedly had armor.
’Still!’
All imps of either side rushed forward and gripped onto one another as Aster began running toward the side of the field.
Vale narrowed his eyes as he watched.
"Why doesn’t he fly?"
Greed, spitting out crumbs, said:
"Made a rule against it."
’I see...’
Aster zipped behind his teammate’s back to the sideline, only for Tanner to appear and smash into the small imp. Aster fell to the ground at the ’25-yard’ line.
Dickless Jr. quickly whistled, calling the play dead.
Vale cringed as Aster wobbled to his feet and shook his head.
Most of the 11 on either side rushed off the field and were replaced. Some, like Aster and Tanner, stayed.
"Greed... speaking of the rules. What are they?"
Greed laughed hysterically.
"You think I know the rules?! How hilarious! Nobody knows the rules!"
"Huh?"
How did one not know the rules of something they called the sport of their nation?
"Then how did you teach them the rules?"
Greed smiled as she crossed her legs, the spinning wheel on her boot chirping.
"I taught them what I did know. I figured I’d let them decide the rest for themselves."
To that, Vale simply shrugged his shoulders.
He would complain, but it was obvious the imps were having fun.
Even if they may come out with severe brain damage.
As the ball was set and the players lined up, Greed remarked:
"Before I leave, I might as well teach them soccer, too. Make sure they know it by its proper name before Pride tries to indoctrinate them."
Vale studied Greed’s beautiful face as she said the weird guy’s name.
’Pride?’
Then he remembered.
’Oh yeah, he’s from the same world. Earth.’
Pride had even said he’d ’cut off Wrath’s head and use it as a football.’
Pride must have been one of the imperialists she cursed earlier... And when he said ’football,’ he was most likely not referring to American football, but to [Classic Football].
Not that Vale cared.
If Pride ever paid his humble dungeon a visit, the name of some random sport he didn’t know or understand wasn’t what he’d be worried about.
Deciding Vale needed to relax anyway, he cracked his neck and back, got comfortable, and studied as a secondary counter on either side behind the endzones, which counted down from 40 seconds.
When it hit 13 seconds, one of the imps threw the ball between their thin legs back to number 8, who then slid the ball into Aster’s arms, who ran into a crowd of black imps, which clobbered him.
Vale cringed once again...
"Why did he just run straight into them?! Why not go around?"
Greed looked like she was about to burst out in hysterics as she said:
"You sound like my grandma! Ha!"
Then Greed began to explain some of the terminology and rules she did know as the imps set up for the next play.
’This is quite the convoluted sport considering the barbaric nature...’
The ball was snapped to number 8 again, signifying a play start. Instead of handing it off to Aster, 8, the ’quarterback’ dropped back in the ’pocket.’
Then, after surveying the field, she threw to a ’tight-end,’ 89.
However, the ’safety’ dashed in front of the pass in time and swatted the ball down.
Now, Vale didn’t understand exactly what the terms meant, but Greed seemed happy to explain.
The next play came, and much the same thing happened, but 8, the pink imp who Vale decided to name Mary, had thrown it to a ’wide receiver’ who’d simply dropped the ball.
After that play, the ’punting’ team came on, and players on both sides swapped.
’What? Why would they do that?’
Vale watched as, much like the kick off, the ball was sent flying into the air to the other side of the field.
Receiving it was number 8 on the black team, who Vale decided would be named Swift, simply because the imp ran really fast.
After dodging and breaking a few tackles, Swift was brought down at the 50-yard line. Directly in line with Vale.
’This is...’
Now, with the action having happened right in front of him. Vale thought to himself:
’This is kind of fun to watch.’
But...
’Don’t the teams seem a little mismatched?!’
Larry’s Legion was overall much smaller and weaker.
Vale looked over and glared at Greed, who sipped on her drink, decked out in black gear. The same Greed who’d offered a bet on which team would win.
Vale gritted his teeth.
Sure, his team may be worse, but he wasn’t going to switch up for that reason. Nor would he try to back down on the bet he’d never agreed to.
Vale leaned forward as the first play of IP’s drive started.
’That’s so unfair!’
Just like LL (Larry’s Legion) had done, they handed the ball off and ran up the middle.
But, their ’running back one,’ number 22, was running behind Tanner, the only Level 1 imp, who blocked for him.
The two crashed into Legion’s defense and smashed through it for seven whole yards before 22, now named Power because of that display, was tripped up, and the play was whistled dead.
Vale was still confused, but...
’Damn!’
He cursed nonetheless.
The teams lined up again, only for Possible to run the same play and gain three more yards, now on the Legion’s 40-yard line. A ’first-down.’
Vale clenched his fist then shouted:
"Let’s go Larry’s Legion!"
To which the entire purple team cheered.
Greed smiled and slapped her knee, the black chains rattling.
"That’s the spirit, Vale!"
Then she screamed:
"Crush them Imp-Possible!"
To which the black imps cheered.
Vale wanted to be upset with Greed for rigging the teams. But, honestly, he was quite happy with her right now.
Not that he forgave her for what she’d done.
But he’d never seen the imps so happy before.