The third quarter became a massacre. Nash tore through the floor as if it was a personal vendetta, every dribble faster, every shot sharper.
Fans lost it, standing, stomping, waving anything they could find. His name started to echo from one side of the hangar to the other, people filmed him.
Commentators barely kept up, one shouting over the other:
"Blaze is out of control right now, this is solo play at its peak!"
"He's dragging Blacklist forward by sheer will. Skull Diggers can't guard him, not one-on-one, not even two-on-one!"
On the bench, Victoria sat with legs crossed, the faintest smile on her lips, eyes locked like she had known this was coming.
Daliah leaned forward, chin on her fist, a different spark in her gaze, more impressed.
The rest of the Blacklist squad stared in disbelief. Jinzo sank deeper into his chair, arms crossed tight, watching his last hope crumble.
