Tyze's gaze drifted from the celebration on the court to the spectators in the front row. They were all smiling, clapping, and pointing at Darius, their faces aglow with admiration. The murmurs of excitement and praise grew louder, a cacophony that grated on Tyze's nerves.
The score ticked to 6-6, and the arena's tension skyrocketed. It wasn't a surprise that Darius, a seven-time lead player, was in the lead this time, saving the team as usual And it seemed like he was down to make this his eighth year.
The Rebounders now had possession, and both teams were on high alert, neither willing to give an inch. Tyze's anger simmered, already getting fueled by the effects of the pills as eyes blazed with determination.
"Teamwork?" he sneered, his voice barely audible over the crowd's din. "Forget it. It's time to shine, baby; it's not like Darius wanted to work as a team anyway.
The whistle pierced the air, and the game resumed.
