The Long Mile.

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"Why did we have to pick a spot all the way out here? Why not the forest or something?" Michael complained as he walked along the in the sand. "I guess this is better for training right? Make the team seem stronger and even cooler then we need to be?" Michael joked as he scanned the vast sea of sand. Michael kept looking for a cavern hidden away by the sandstorms. A warm, dry breeze blew sand around where he was standing. "I can't see the cave." Michael said looking over to Shaman.

"I'll try." Shaman replied. " Alright still warming up so nothing fancy just a between the legs and lay up." He said preforming the move easily.

"pfft, you call that a shot?" Michael joked knowing he do a lay up, but not dribble between the legs. He grabbed the ball and threw it between his legs. The ball popped up and hit his tail. "Crap, hold on I've got this." Michael laughed a bit. He grabbed the ball and moved the ball between his legs and used his tail to lead it into the other hand. Michael went up for the lay up and gently tossed the ball to the net. The ball glanced the backboard, rolled on the rim, then sadly hopped off of the rim and landed on the floor. "I meant to do that, you know for your pride." Michael joked.

"Thanks cause I wouldn't even be able to show my face if I lost here." Shaman replied with a heavy dose of sarcasm. He bit his lip and looked around wondering what he should do for his next trick. He looked up at the ceiling. " If I make this I'll even be impressed." Shaman started to gloat as be tossed the ball formlessly at the ceiling and it dropped right into the net. "OHHHHHHHH!!"

Michael rolled his eyes and grabbed the ball. "Anyone could have done that, see?" Michael replied to Shaman, effortlessly tossing the ball then swishing the ball into the net. "See? easy, almost like stealing candy from a Magikarp." Michael laughed a bit.

" Well to be fair I didn't call formless shot so I guess that counts." Shaman shrugged and made a mental note to call his shot this time. " So if like a gyradose showed up right now and beat you that would totally be fair right?" Shaman said as he though up his next shot. "Well since a shot like that is too easy let's try this, off the ceiling!" He said as he threw it and just as he called it bounced off the ceiling smashed into the back board and toilet bowled into the rim .

Michael grabbed the ball and replied, "you already did that shot, but just to prove it's simple I'll do it again." Michael dribbled the ball a bit and looked at the hoop. Michael threw it at the ceiling and the ball fell onto the hoop and bounced off the back board and then rolled off the rim onto the floor. Michael's eyes widened. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME, THAT WAS IN, THAT WAS IN!" Michael shouted as loud as he can. Michael felt as if he learned Rage at this given moment, but then calmed down slightly and crossed his arms.

"Dude the ball's just teasing you at this point you ho or are you at hor?" Shaman taunted. As he casually dribbled the ball behind the back and threw the legs as he thought up his next shot. " this was my shot back in old Poke college!" He fake bragged as be ran up and leaped into the air getting over the rim but still a distance down the lane throwing it in with his weak hand." It's called a meteor jam!" He told micheal. " I coulda made it harder with an air walk but I'd thought I'd go easy on ya!"

"Just let me take a letter then My shot." Michael replied to Shaman. Michael took the ball and Kicked it into the net. "Your turn." Michael passed the ball back to him.

"Alright so your a hor! " Shaman said and then shut up as micheal made his kick shot. Damn that was unexpected He thought to himself. He dropped the ball to the side and tried for a kind of side kick using the inside of his foot but Shaman didn't tone down the power enough and it hit the back board way to hard and bounced off not even touching the rim. "brake the back board much Shaman." He taunted himself.

Michael caught the ball as it flew through the air. " Lookin a bit under the weather with that H hanging on you, huh Shaman?" Michael taunted as he effortlessly made a hook shot the ball flew into the net and plunked on the ground.

" Well I mean hors always look under the weather so I wouldn't be talking if I were you." As he grabbed the ball and copied him easily. No way I'd miss a nice easy hook shot. He thought smugly to himself.