Re: Second Half
Mike is just about to execute another flawless dodge so he can toss the ball right back to Matt in the endzone. That's what he does, after all. He was a dancer; a graceful mofo. He was an expert as being exactly where he needed to be. In other words, wherever the other team's lunkheads were not.
This time, however, he was so busy dodging the guy to his left and the coming straight at him, that he failed to notice the the guy on his right. As the other man attempted to tackle him, Mike couldn't help but throw out his arm in a surely-useless attempt to bat him away.
Except, it wasn't useless. As his arm approached the opposing player, that strange vibrating sensation returned, much the same as before, except suddenly it was flowing outward from his core instead of into it. His arm merely glanced the other guy, but he stepped back sharply and crumpled a little, like he'd received a body blow. This gave Mike just enough time to dodge around the other two guys and complete the TD with Matt. He didn't think much of it - maybe he hit the guy in an old injury, or something? - but it certainly struck him as strange.