Everyone had seen how exhausted Nash was, how he'd been stuck under his own basket just trying to breathe. But now? Standing there like he was ready to go again?
They were losing their mind.
His presence drew the entire defensive gravity of the Raptors like a flame drawing 6 feet moths. Yet, he hadn't fully recovered, very far from that. What motivated him, was everything he had done and got that brought him to this point.
The girls were giving their all now, so what if he was tired?
[Black Link: Active. Team Movement Speed +5%. Rotation Speed +7%.]
The invisible aura of his leadership snaked across the hardwood, tethering itself to Jaz, Nia, and Alicia.
Raptors 80 – Blacklist 85.
The margin was tight, and the Raptors were looking for a way back into the light.
Jax was sweating buckets, eyes locked on Nash's stupid calm face.
