James' eyes failed to catch any of his fellow chasers, but neither did he see the keeper for the the Gryffindors. Unfortunately, the Gryffindor's chasers were on him like flies. James kept his breath even as he considered various moves to distract the chaser. He began with the aerodynamics.
His alchemic arm, James often felt that the broom was more likely to listen. But quite often, the twitchy, touchy broom refused to obey his simple command. James never really felt like taking advantage of such an unpredictable source of energy and speed. Then again, maybe he should have.
So, just this once, James switched the quaffle cautiously one arm to the false one, and clutched the neck of the broom with the steady arm he had actually been born with. The broom abruptly halted. And then dropped. James leaned into the broom, hoping that the enchanted wood was not "feeling" suicidal. James' heart was pounding, hoping his faith was well-placed.
Just as was about to touch the ground, it right itself forcefully. James, however, did not feel very comfortable with the abrupt change of a velocity. He also had a feeling that he wasn't going to feel too great at the end of this match. The Broom picked up speed once more, this time looping into the air.