VORPAL 51 – WILDCATS 45
4:00 left, 3rd Quarter
Evan adjusted his headband, sweat rolling down the side of his face like a reminder: This is the moment where games crack open… or collapse.
"Stay sharp!" he barked, voice slicing through the gym noise.
Across from him, Miho stepped forward calm, unreadable, deadly. His teammates, still in full True Sync, moved with him as if they were joints of the same living creature.
The Wildcats weren't five players anymore.
They were one entity.
A storm.
A machine.
A beast with five limbs.
Louie bounced on his toes, cracking his neck left and right. "Alright, alright… round three. Let's see what the big cats got."
But even he felt it.
A pressure.
A pulse.
Miho's presence was like gravity thickening the air, and every player on the court sensed the shift.
THE WILDCATS' RESET
The Wildcats ran no signal.
No gesture.
No shout.
They simply shifted, all at once.
