The final quarter started with that loud buzzer, totally wrecking the quiet tension in the arena.
Mac and Jinzo were slumped on the bench with the two NPCs, looking like they'd been run over by a truck. Their energy was completely gone. The last NPC dragged himself onto the court just so they'd have five players. Meanwhile, the Raptors looked like someone had taken the fight out of them. Their manager had screamed at them so much about not getting kicked out that they were practically walking on eggshells.
No more rough plays, no more dirty moves.
But that was the worst thing they could've done. Because the second they backed off, Blacklist starters went all in.
Nash, who had decided to save his energy, planted himself under the net like a freaking statue. Like, one of those huge ones you see in museums that nobody can move. It was weird seeing him like that, usually, he was all quick and sneaky, slipping past everyone. But now? Total brick wall.
