Off the Ice
A promise that no matter how hard the gravity pulled, the wall would hold.
The fear vanished, burned out of existence by the sheer territorial heat of his anchor.
Liam swung his left leg forward, his right toe-pick driving into the ice with a thunderous *crack* that echoed up to the rafters. He launched himself into the air.
The height was staggering. To the eighty million viewers tracking the live broadcast, Liam seemed to freeze at the apex of the vault, his body spinning with a tight, lethal velocity that turned the midnight-black silk into a dark vortex. Three full, clean rotations occurred in the span of a heartbeat. His left shoulder, reinforced by the hidden elasticized mesh, held its