Whatever time-freeze spell the Elves had cast, its effects were thankfully starting to fade. Yet it'd lasted long enough for their starting five to dash through every opening we'd left for them. Now, the painted key at our side of the Five Hundred Basketball court was packed with bodies, each constantly milling about in wait for a potential pass. I watched as one of their players danced circles around me, six times at least as he showed off his unnecessary skills. My fingers twitched, spasming as I sluggishly moved to stop their passage. I couldn't help but frown as Rizen chose a high percentage shot over a risky three or five-pointer. If there were ever a time to attempt one, it'd have been now while they were wide-open.
It was so strange us not having to start with the ball after the Nightmares score; strange and massively unfair since the game would run away from us if we didn't play better.
