Tip-off.
The ball rose high, two bodies clashing in the air. Jaz, towering above almost everyone on the court like a skyscraper, stretched her arms up .
Her fingers smacked the leather, redirecting it down. First possession, Blacklist ball.
She didn't hesitate, she swung the ball out of the paint. Drex caught it, sharp and low, scanning quick. Mac darted past him, running screens, dragging defenders with him.
Jinzo was already barking for it, hungry to score. And Nash? He just drifted back, soaking in the crowd.
The lights, the screams, the stomp of feet shaking the floorboards, it was alive, breathing.
"... Wow... It's even better than in the street."
Jinzo cut inside, threw up a jumper. The rim clanged. Drex pulled the rebound, kicked it out. Mac fed him again.
Basket. 2–0 Blacklist.
The Skull Diggers answered immediately, forcing in a bruising drive. 2–2.
