4-2
Timeout.
The game had turned into a battle of wills—on one side, the cold, calculated Venganza players, and on the other, Ethan and his ragtag team, struggling to hold their ground. The scoreboard flashed 4-2 in favor of Venganza, and the whistle blew for a timeout. The six teenagers hustled to the sideline, sweat dripping, hearts pounding. Their breathing was heavy, but their minds were racing even faster.
Louie Gee Davas wiped his face with his sleeve, his eyes flicking nervously to the other side of the court. The Venganza players stood with their backs straight, as though they hadn't even broken a sweat. The difference was stark, terrifying. Louie couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into a trap they didn't even understand.
Louie gritted "I'm talented, and these guys are strong. How the fuck are they this good?"
