Oliver watched her intently, trying to convince himself to go easy on her. He had never gone easy on any one in his life. Finally, after what felt like centuries, he decided if he had gone easy on her the first time, then she probably would've felt patronized.
As the ball soared near, he reached out a hand and grabbed it.
"Use your flying momentum to propel the ball," he picked up speed to show her and then hurled the ball, rather lightly but firmly, in her general direction.