[In perhaps the luckiest of chances, the nearest frontliner managed to get under the ball before it can touch the ground, knocking it into the air once more... only for two people both jockeying to reach it bump into each other, leaving neither able to take the second touch. The ball bounces rather decisively, and over to Hermes' side it goes.]
[Venat is doing her very best not to laugh, both at his expression and her teammates' misadventures.]
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[Venat is doing her very best not to laugh, both at his expression and her teammates' misadventures.]