Centre

Legs pumping Luke shadowed right behind Brutus, the idiot could be useful at least some of the time.

Pretty soon, Brutus's goal was revealed as Luke and his teammates burst out into the centre of the theatrics source. Stage set Nemesis was cackling and giggling as sat atop the railing of the stairs, legs seductively crossed egging on the action beneath her.

"Just Pathetic Markie! Pft! Can't believe I dated you at one point! COME ON! ONLY THE BEST DESERVES ME!"

It was a all out brawl! Forwards from the Rugby Team and Linesmen from the Football Team were duking it out like mad men! Luke had never seen anything like it before!

Eyes crazed!

Blood Pumping!

Fists Flying!

It was just sheer insanity!

Wasn't this the exact reason why things like boxing were banned?!

Yet, Nemesis and her girls cheered it on, classing there tits, mocking the losers as weaklings as they fell.

"Perfect."

Words of elation zipped through Luke's ear as her turned to see Brutus standing with a ear to ear grin and wild eyes.

"This is what I have been waiting for!"

Legs bounding forward Luke watched in horror as Brutus lead the charge again, most of there teams following suit in a battle cry!

Luke's legs turned to jelly, weight lunging forward and back.

God Damn you Brutus! What do I do! Ugh!

A small remained of Soccer Players stuck with Luke there eye's glued to him for guidance.