Black☆Star could hear Utena coming, could sense her as she moved forward to get the ball away from him. The ball was successfully smacked out of his grasp and bounced off, rolling away to the sideline. He didn't chase after it. Didn't even make a move. His mind was racing all toward one single thought -- she was his opponent, standing in his way of being the best. He had to take her down, however possible.

His forearm suddenly jutted out, slamming into the center of her chest with as much force as he could possibly muster. What seemed like electricity started to crackle from his fingertips, and it was a good signal that she needed to move. Fast. Or risk being hit by the full brunt of his wavelength.

A twisted grin formed on the corner of his lips...and his eyes, pupils, became star-shaped -- just like the other members of his infamous assassin clan -- the group of killers who would slaughter without restraint if it meant stealing all the goods they could find. And right now, because of the black blood, he was channeling their murderous intent.