As the sun rose over the horizon, our team sprang into action, ready to deflect the impending attack from the evil League of Bland Designers.
We employed our top-secret, high-octane, ultra-deflecting techniques, honed from years of intense, high-stakes combat training.
With a fierce determination burning in our hearts, we faced the foe, our defenses at the ready, our wits sharpened.
We deflected the attack with a series of expertly executed, high-speed, low-flying counter-moves, each one a masterpiece of modern defensive strategy.
Our opponents, the League of Bland Designers, were left reeling, their dull, uninspired attack plans foiled by our daring, high-octane counter-strike.
Victory was ours, and we basked in the glory of our triumph, our names etched into the annals of history as the greatest deflectionists of all time.
But, as with all great victories, our success was short-lived. We soon found ourselves facing a new, even greater threat: the dreaded, the feared, the legendary, Counter-Attack