Séb had a renewed energy and deflected every shot that came to him with a confidence that hadn’t quite been there at the start of the game. Whatever Ares had said to him seemed to have had a positive impact on Séb’s mental attitude.
Interesting.
Goalies were weird creatures.
Though Séb kept glancing at the bench as though he expected Coach Swift to pull him for the extra skater out on the ice.
No dice.
With thirty seconds to go, the Raccoons took possession of the puck. Apollo passed it back to Justin, who played it to Artemis. Artemis slid the puck back to Apollo.
Biding their time. Running down the clock.
A smack of a stick on the ice from their teammate Scott Raine called for the puck further down the ice. The puck sailed into the waiting curved blade of Raine who accepted the pass with a grin. He took off toward Séb, deking left and right, faking Séb out of position before he circled the net and slipped the puck passed Séb’s left blade and into the back of the net.
If she hadn’t seen the puck go in, or the lamp light up, the thunderous roar of victory that enveloped the stands would have told her who had won.
Raine skated away from the Snow Pirates net as the whistle blew, he picked up speed, and dropped onto his knees, skidding along the surface of the ice while pumping his right arm into the air.
You’d have thought he had won the Stanley Cup the way he was celebrating. She wanted to go to her team, congratulate them on a hard fought game despite their loss, but experience had told her to stay put and let them stew in their misery for a while before approaching.
At least she had tacos to look forward to.
