Regular season was winding down, the schedule packed tight with no room to breathe. One day after that war with the Paladins, the whole team was in the film room, prepping for a home date with the Domes.
Crawford pulled up the latest Western standings and ran his finger all the way down to the bottom.
7 Koreya Flameguardians 34–37
8 Iron City Roarers 33–38
9 Zerith City Domes 29–42
10 Noze Boulders 19–52
"This is a positioning game. Win tomorrow, and we clinch a playoff spot."
The room broke into cheers. Everyone had known for a while now that the math was all but settled—but with the day actually here, in front of them, it hit differently.
Especially for Malik and Gibson. Five years. Five years the Roarers hadn't gotten through that door, and five years the two of them had been here waiting on it.
They caught each other's eye across the room and broke into grins.
