Kevin tucked the ball under his arm and shifted a few times. He hated that he'd not paid attention to the direction in which he'd aimed his kick. At least she hadn't been closer because he knew that a well placed power kick could hurt. Of course he had no idea that it wouldn't likely phase her because she was used to playing with Hell hounds.
When she inquired as to what he held, Kevin couldn't help but give her a strange look. It was obviously a ball of some sort. "This?" he took the ball out from under his arm and gave it a light toss up into the air before catching it again. "It's a futball."