Charge, wave after wave.
Mahomes felt himself swept into the storm, his steps staggering and stumbling. He had no time to adjust, and a blue figure in front of him was already menacingly pouncing upon him again, dropping down on him amidst the overwhelming roar at Gillette Stadium.
Trembling, on the brink of collapse.
As the target in his vision sank and disappeared below the horizon, replaced by Van Noy's face, Mahomes hesitated no longer, raising his right hand and relying on the strength of his upper body and arm, instantly unleashing it.
Before his body fell below the surface, the red-brown arc shot up like an artillery shell, breaking free and soaring upwards.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, the football erupted with a force, sweeping up a surge of momentum, soaring higher and higher.
Van Noy stepped forward, arms outstretched, his upper body and arms fully extended, attempting to intercept, but ultimately he was a fraction of a second too slow.
