Korra grunted as she was checked, and did the equivalent of throwing herself half the way across the field. A whistle blew, and Korra chuckled mentally as she stood up. She saw the other girl glare at her, and raised her hands in surrender. Oh boy, Korra was definitely getting mugged after this.

Korra looked at her own blue jersey, dusted the grass and dirt off of it, and eyed the other girls green jersey. "Sorry," she mumbled through her mouth guard, still getting a glare.

The teams reset their positions, and began play again. This time, the other girl roughly checked Korra in the shoulder, knocking her down before she even got the ball. This time a red flag was raised, taking the girl out.

Asami sat with a bored expression next to Mako, who cheered for the game. "The girl? Number 15? That's Korra, she's a star player on her team," he said, wincing as Korra was knocked down. "But Kuvira, man. She's one tough cookie," he said, leaning back in the bleachers.

Asami was already wanting to leave, mainly before of Mako's little bits of information, and basically that this was the seventh time he complimented a member of either their team or the other team. She perked up, however, when he said Korra's name. "Stay here," she said, standing and stepping forwards to the front of the bleachers.

Mako looked confused, but shrugged and watched Asami move. He grinned to himself, watching her ass as she went.

"Korra!" Asami yelled, gripping the fence in front of her.

Korra lifted her head as she heard her name, but put it down again as she got a horrid headache. Groaning, the girl grinned as she saw her coaches above her. "How'd I do?" She asked with a hum, smirking.

"Korra, get your ass up. We're taking you out," the head coach said, earning a frown from Korra.

"Why?"

"Because your eyes aren't responding to the light," the athletic trainer said, flashlight in hand. He seemed to have already done the test without Korra noticing.

Korra chuckled, nodding a bit. "That makes sense. Hey, who's calling my name?"

The coach looked up, and the sun that they had been blocking from Korra's eyes had come full force for its revenge. Korra winced and turned her head, squeezing her eyes shut.

"That'd be a girl with dark hair, waving from the bleachers," the coach said.

By now, all players on both sides of the game were kneeling.