RivenHeat surged up my neck, even though I should never feel hot here on the ice. My blood was boiling already, my fist gripped hard on the stick. “Reset! Stay sharp!” I commanded my team.The puck dropped again.This time, I won the puck with a clean strike, drove it forward. We cycled fast from left wing to right, right to center, working it like we’d drilled a hundred times.We pressed hard into their zone. One of my boys fired, and their goalie blocked, but the rebound came loose. I skated in, lined it up, and all of a sudden, Sky was there. Again. He swept in from nowhere, stole the puck, and blasted up ice.He skated low, body coiled and curved. He was so damn fluid. My defense scrambled for the puck, sticks slapping and skates screeching on the ice.He faked left, and then he pulled right and shot, a fast, powerful shot.The puck snapped into the top corner. Net rippled.Second goal.The cheers doubled.“That guy is such a ghost on the ice. Damn…” I heard someone comment. Ther
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