Score: Vorpal 32 – Roanoke 28
Possession: Vorpal
The crowd murmured, sensing something shift. The ball bounced slower now — as if every dribble had weight.
Lucas Graves stood just outside the arc, staring into the eyes of a defender who wasn't famous.
Wasn't Kagetsu.
But felt just as dangerous.
Dante Walker.
Eyes sharp. Shoulders squared.
His stance wasn't textbook it was aggressive.
Not waiting. Not guessing.
Reading.
"He's copying you," Ayumi muttered from the sideline, scribbling.
Ethan narrowed his eyes.
(No... he's reversing the copy. He's watching Lucas the way Lucas watches others.)
..
On the court—
Lucas dribbled left — Dante mirrored.
Pump fake — Dante didn't bite.
Spin back — chest met chest.
THUMP.
"Tch—" Lucas gritted his teeth. (He's anticipating me... like a shadow that knows the sun's next move.)
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