Scouts (1)

Ken arrived at home plate, his eyes falling upon the catcher once more. He wordlessly stepped on the plate before turning towards his own bench, there was no need to say any words since he'd let his actions do the talking.

The opposing catcher on the other hand, felt his face heat up in embarrassment. His earlier cocky attitude had been rescinded after being taught a lesson.

There was something about the guy's gaze that had made him feel weak and insignificant, as if he was being stared at by someone who was leagues above him. His antics earlier only seemed to be child's play to the guy.

After staring at Ken's retreating figure for a few moments, he turned his attention to Alex on the mound who looked as if he'd swallowed a lemon. It was obvious that he hadn't expected to be hit so easily, in the first inning at that.