Tronnak stood next to Tom in the middle of the frozen lake. Three Plersizians stood behind them while five stood in front, adopting an aggressive defensive stance.


<< We have the ball because we crossed their line without them managing to stop us >> Tronnak pointed to the black vertical line at the end of the lake << and we put it in the basket>> Tom noticed a small, ice-made bucket standing gracefully beyond the line.


<< So the whole game is about not getting caught while I have the ball and scoring? >>


<< Yes, The game ends at ten baskets ! >>


<< How many more do you need ? >> Tom asked, slowly getting into the energy of the competition.


<< Four for us to win, three for the other team. Ready ? >>


<< Hold on. What are the rules ? >>


Tronnak shrugged indifferently << There are no rules! >>


This was Tom’s favorite kind of game. With his confidence rising, he tilted his head from side to side as if preparing for the biggest battle of his life. Tronnak passed him the ball , and Tom bent his knees, locking eyes with his opponents.


<< Ready! >> he shouted.


 A loud whistle from the game’s referee and Tom started sprinting forward without fear of slipping again on the slick surface. The opposing Plersizians charged at him with force, but Tom took advantage of their tall figures- while they had speed and strength, their size made them slower in movement. He dodged their grabs either by sliding beneath their legs or swiftly gliding past them with fast, agile moves. At the same time, he began to enjoy himself immensely.