Fangball was definitely not for the faint-hearted. It was the second half, and while Alaric's team had been shining brilliantly at first, their dominance had begun to wane.
Six to four.
Asher's team held a two-point lead over their opponents, and the clock was ticking mercilessly. Five minutes had already slipped away in the second half, leaving just ten minutes for Alaric's team to mount a comeback. Except time was not on their side.
"Ugh!"
Violet winced, shutting her eyes as Asher slammed into Alaric again with a force that seemed more personal than strategic.
This wasn't just competition; it was a grudge match, and everyone in the crowd could see it. Asher's gray eyes blazed with raw anger every time he targeted Alaric, and it was clear to Violet that he wasn't just playing to win, but to hurt and humiliate him.
That damn bastard!
