Jett

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Jett

Intro

The air inside the Coliseum was thick with the scent of ozone and crushed turf, vibrating with the roar of forty thousand fans. But for Jett Fillmore, the noise was nothing more than static.

She stood at the edge of the Thorns’ half of the arena, her tail twitching in a slow, calculated rhythm. Her amber eyes were locked on the opposing side, zeroing in on the midnight-black panther donning the dark jersey of the Shadows.

Jax.

It always came back to him. Three seasons. Forty-two matches. And on paper, they were mirrors of each other: identical stats, matching speed registers, and the exact same number of MVP titles. They were tied in every single metric that mattered in the brutal, high-velocity sport of Roarbalo. Tonight’s championship game was supposed to finally break the deadlock, but true to form, the scoreboard above them read a grueling, impossible tie.

With only thirty seconds left on the clock, it was next-goal-wins.

Jax caught her stare and bared his fangs in a razor-sharp smirk, his own claws digging into the turf. He was just as breathless, his sleek fur matted with sweat, but he wasn’t flagging. Neither of them were.

The heavy, metallic Roarbalo ball dropped from the ceiling, hovering in the dead center of the arena as the activation hum buzzed through the floorboards.

Jett dropped into a low, explosive crouch, her muscles coiling like springs. The whistle blew, and in a fraction of a second, the Thorns and the Shadows collided—but Jett only saw the streak of black lightning racing her to the ball*