*Whistle*
"I told you to pass the ball to Henry!" Cheetah's leader shouted, his voice sharp with urgency, frustration evident in the tightness of his jaw and the flare of his nostrils. His eyes, wide and intense, locked onto Seth as he gestured emphatically toward Henry, who was positioned perfectly near the goal.
"But I can score from here!" Seth shot back, panting heavily, beads of sweat rolling down his temple. The thrill of the game surged through him, making him feel invincible as he glared defiantly at his leader.
