Jazz, with her Amazon build, snagged the ball first, no contest.
She palmed it like it was nothing and whipped it down the court, straight at Jinzo. No hesitation, just pure muscle memory.
Instant chaos, Blacklist scattered, gears already turning for their first play.
But Jinzo didn't even follow.
He just stood there, dribbling the ball between his hands. Nash stood in front of him, the two staring each other down like it was a contest.
A slow smirk crept across Jinzo's face. He let the ball bounce once, then just... softly shoved it over to Nash.
"I'll spot you the first move," he called out, voice carrying over the crowd. "Let's pretend it's a fair fight before I mop the floor with you."
A wave of confused noise rolled through the court. Even Blacklist looked thrown.
Jinzo crossed his arms, totally unbothered.
"Go on. Show me what all that trash talk's worth—"
Suddenly, wind in his face.
Rubber hammered the backboard.
