***
Amon was left completely astonished, his mouth agape.
His trembling gaze was focused on the figure in front of the table, as she swung her arm with precision and accuracy.
Her handle hit the puck as it went swerving across the board, with Amon instantly trying to hit it.
But at the last very moment, it grazed the edge of the board, suddenly changing its course completely.
And in the next moment, it went through the goal, making a loud sound occur from behind.
Left speechless and out of breath, Amon turned around, gazing at the score with wide eyes.
"N-no way."
The score was 15-9.
But unlike one would expect, 15 wasn't Amon.
Rather, it was the winish-red female who smiled in joy as she gazed at the score, winning the game from Amon by 6 points.
Amon, not able to articulate any response, turned around with shock in his whole body, his eyes locking with Amelia.
"You.."
