Point-of-View: Izzozon
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"Hah, what a weak strike, that won't-...what!?" Exclaimed father in surprise, as the ball sharply spun away from him as it hit the table.
"I've got it!" Called out mother, zipping across and intercepting the ball inches above the floor, hitting it back.
It hit the edge of our side of the table, before I smashed it back powerfully, the ball hitting the middle of the other side of the table and skidding forward rapidly.
Father began to swing his paddle, but it didn't bounce as much as he expected, hitting the bottom of his paddle and getting deflected straight down, hitting the floor in the blink of an eye, before bouncing back up and hitting his chin.
"Yes! That's a point for us!" I grinned, before giving Argent a high five.
"That makes it four points apiece...whoever scores next wins," Remarked Argent, before cracking his neck with a tilt of his head.
