Score: Blazing Fox 74 – Vorpal Basket 71
3rd Quarter – 5:42 Remaining
The gym lights glared above like twin suns. Sweat clung to every jersey, dripping onto the hardwood. The crowd was loud — but in Ethan's ears, all of it faded to a static hush.
He stood near the sideline, towel around his neck, hands on his hips, eyes locked on the court.
And his thoughts burned:
"(The hell… they're not tired?)"
"(They've been on since the first… full-court presses, switches, off-ball cuts, and they're still this fast… this focused…)"
He scanned them again — Leonel Blaze, still sprinting like the game just started.
Jace Holloway, draining a corner three like it was warm-up.
Titan Reed, flying in for boards and crashing the rim.
Noah Vance, eyes cold, reading passing lanes like chess pieces.
DeShawn Briggs, towering over the court, swatting Brandon's shot earlier like it was a fly.
Ethan's brow twitched. His breath short. His fingers tensed.
