The huddle was tense. Seiryuu High needed to score, and they needed to score now. Down 6-0, they knew one more mistake could shift the entire momentum of the game. Sota glanced around at his teammates, their faces tight with determination. The earlier touchdown by Malik had lit a fire under them, but now it was time to respond. They couldn't afford to let Takiyama High keep dictating the pace of the game.
"We need to move the ball," Sota said, his voice steady but firm. "Keep your heads in the game. One step at a time."
Ryuji, ever the speedster, nodded, his hands on his hips. "I'll go deep. If you need a quick out, I'll be there."
Daichi cracked his knuckles, his usual nonchalance replaced by grim focus. "Let's make them sweat for it."
