VORPAL 20 – EASTGATE 15
Locker Room — Between 1st and 2nd Quarter
The door shut behind them, cutting off the ocean of crowd noise. The silence inside was heavy not the silence of rest, but the silence of calculating wolves.
Sweat dripped, jerseys clung to skin, breaths came hard.
Evan sat with his hands on his knees, eyes narrowed, replaying every possession in his mind.
Lucas leaned back against the wall, chest rising and falling, but his gaze was sharp—alive like steel being sharpened.
Louie tried to keep bouncing, but even his energy was compressed, focused.
Ryan twirled his towel once, smirking faintly, but his eyes were cold.
Brandon sat with hands folded, the quiet anchor in the storm.
Ethan stood.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
But when he stepped forward, the room listened.
His eyes were steady. His voice low, controlled.
"Eastgate hasn't shown their second layer yet."
The team stiffened.
