[Ace's POV]
I tuned out the noise of the crowd, the weight of the bets, the stall owner's smug face. My world narrowed to the smooth wood of the ball in my palm and the side of the small table holding the pyramid of cups. I focused on the exact center point of the table's side panel, calculating the angle and the precise amount of force needed to knock it over.
Without a word, I drew my arm back and threw. The ball flew faster and struck harder than Ovelia's attempt, hitting the target with a sharp *CRACK* that echoed in the sudden hush.
The table shuddered violently. A few cups from the top and middle of the pyramid wobbled and clattered to the surface. But the base held. The table itself remained upright.
