Score: Vorpal 55 – Forest 52
3rd Quarter
Elijah Rainn walked the ball up.
No wasted movement.
No showmanship.
Just the silent rhythm of a player tuned into the court's heartbeat.
(So that's your tempo, Lucas Graves… fine. I'll match it. And then I'll bend it.)
His teammates flowed into formation not sprinting, not dragging.
Just drifting, like leaves on a wind he controlled.
Kael Moreno ghosted to the right wing.
Micah traced the baseline arc like a looping shadow.
Ayden Liu rooted in the short corner—baiting for a slip.
Thomas Webb floated to the high post for a phantom screen.
Vorpal shifted.
Anticipated.
Adjusted.
But Elijah wasn't reacting.
He was composing.
He neared the arc—
Lucas switched onto him in rhythm.
No delay. No hesitation.
Low stance. Balanced feet. Eyes locked to Elijah's hips.
The gym pulsed quiet.
Two maestros. One beat.
(He's ignoring my hands... smart. Reads the core instead.)
