On the Tennessee Titans side, Defensive End Casey is stepping up with all his might.
They only have three players rushing the pass, so the difficulty in creating pressure increases exponentially; however, this doesn't mean all their efforts are in vain. They still need to apply pressure, like a sharp blade hanging high above Mahomes' neck, ready to fall at any moment, forcing Mahomes' nerves to tense up.
Bang, clash.
Ah, ahhh, crash.
Casey's power fully erupts, but out of the corner of his eye, he notices a red figure. Instinctively, a sense of crisis rings the alarm bell, and the alertness of life-and-death danger makes the hairs on his arms stand up. Even before his brain can process, he has already stretched out his left hand in an attempt to block.
However, he was a beat too late.
When his left hand stretches out, the figure has already vanished, catching only a phantom shadow. That emptiness makes Casey's heart sink fast.
Damn.
