It didn’t stop Chester, either, who swung the toe of his white armored Alpine Star and stepped casually down on top of the desperate player. Weight settled down quickly and, with a sickening crunch, Brandon and most of the team watched in horror as their best receiver was squashed like nothing more than an ant. Rolling his weight forward, Chester twisted his booted foot left and right, smearing the former receiver’s remains on the black sole of his boot, leaving a streak in the tile. The message was clear. The rest now ran.
It didn’t do them much good as each of Chester’s purposeful strides caught one or two of them under those impressive boots, leaving little red stains in the tile with every step. The entire circle that had come together had fallen apart. Now that he had everyone’s attention, Chester seemed content to slowly herd them towards the shower. It wouldn’t do them much good – the tiled lip entrance to the shower room was a full foot off the ground to prevent water from flooding into the locker room if the showered drains were clogged. The reality hit Brandon in mid-stride as he found himself blindly following his panicked cohorts, caught up in the mob-mentality of the situation.
Each clopping, thundering THOOM of those booted steps shook the ground with a tremor similar to the choreographed march of a massive army charging the battlefield. A shadow fell like a cloak over the group huddled in a corner. A couple hard-as-nails football players openly sobbed, some yelled defiantly, and others futilely clawed at the entrance to the shower room, where there was no other exit. Both tremendous boots thudded to a halt, forming an outward V with only a small gap between the heels and near the toes, daring one to escape. The small, fresh bloodstains visible on the white armor and black boot soles warned those who felt even the slightest twinge of courage.
Slowly leaning forward on the balls of his feet, the leather and plastic creaking as weight shifted forward, Chester hunkered down on his heels. The white and red leather armored pants he wore grew tight on his thighs as his knees jutted out. For the first time, Brandon could spot an enormous python-like bulge pushing down one of Chester’s thighs and it was clear he was getting . . . excited.
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