Back on the court, things didn't get better, it was like watching someone get their teeth kicked in.
One of the Raptors' guards pulled off this ridiculous streetball move, hesitated for half a second, whipped the ball behind his back, then suddenly launched a full-speed alley-oop to their center. The guy jumped, spun in the air, and windmilled the ball right over Jaz's outstretched hands like she wasn't even there.
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Jaz punched the floor so hard her knuckles probably hurt afterward.
"God damn it!"
Nash hauled her up by the elbow without missing a beat.
"Keep your head in it. We're still playing."
Jaz was actually about to vent on him, but the moment she saw Nash's gaze, she held her breath.
Nash wasn't even looking at her anymore, just at the opponents.
"I've seen enough. It's time to teach those clowns a lesson."
And then, something shifted.
