[Gymnasium] ...you can dodge a ball! (Open)

Femi was in a grey hoodie, khaki shorts, and some nikes for running. The uniforms were already bad, but the gym uniforms were atrocious. He'd rather just get the markdown for maintaining his individuality than submit to "the man's(Xavier's)" dress code for students. At the sound of "think fast", Femi quickly covered one eye, and stomped onto the ground. He could hear the ball bounce twice, but it wasn't toward him. This was a trick throw! With him covering his eye, he wouldn't be able to see the bank shot coming right? He'd jump backward to dodge the ball as best he could since it now was his blind spot. The only reason he was able to "see it" was because of the opaque orb sitting exactly where he stomped. It slid across the surface at an impressive speed, mainly to line up where the ball was going. Before the ball actually landed on the orb, it would get passed Femi himself. With an eye closed, Femi would catch the ball with both hands and take a deep breath. How the hell was he supposed to win this?

"Dodgeball againt me means this is a two on one. My two halves against you..." He explained. He was mainly trying to stall a bit and gather a game plan. 

Now he had a little helper. Terror may have been unable to float like other ghost powers, but it had its uses. With the ability to tamper with its environment like a poltergeist, doing something like throwing a ball was a simple task.  Femi kneeled pressing his fingers onto the ground. He could command it like it were a part of his body, but touching surfaces typically helped him get his bearings, as now he had to operate both terror and himself. His terror quickly slid toward the wall before scaling up high. He'd toss the ball to his terror before sprinting toward the teacher. A coordinated effort felt like the right choice, even if it meant sacrificing half his senses. This was actually partially the reason he set Terror up that high. So he could at least have a bird's eye view of anything incoming on the left side.  The only way to beat someone as strong as Scott was to cheat. Were powers even allowed? Femi honestly wasn't listening during the introduction. After receiving a hearty assist pass from his power, Femi leaped for some extra momentum in his throw and let it rip. Femi was the kind of kid in dodgeball, to send other kids crying to the nurse's office with a busted lip, but Scott was no kid and no ordinary adult either. Femi wasn't about to underestimate somebody so strong. 

"I'm not going to go easy on you either." He said letting it rip from his hands. The ball hurdled forward without touching the ground, aimed right at the teacher's noggin. While the ball was directed at Scott, all his pent up rage and strength would get casted into his throw unintentionally. This was a perfect sport for blowing off steam. 

Femi flinched. Most people had to squint in order to see Terror. How could the teacher see it so clearly?!?! He'd waive his arm out in the orb's direction. Quickly the poltergheist scaled higher and found itself on the ceiling with Femi hoping it was out of Scott's reach. The ball would bounce a few times before Femi ran over to collect it. It was a lot touch than he thought. He'd nod to Scott.

"You're tough..."

He'd hiked the ball up to his little helper, and the ball would actually stay suspended as his Terror kept hold. The ball would frost over and slowly be coated in a thick liquid before dropping back to Femi's hands to get coated in more ghostly ectoplasm. "Try this one out!" Another hard pitch but this time aiming for Scott's legs. If it hit, there'd definitely be some stinging frost effects attached to the hard impact of a semi-frozen ball.