𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 • 𝗔. 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗦

𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌 𝑇𝑊𝑂

[n a r r a t o r]

—"the ducks with the puck. They're still down by a goal. They're back in their own zone. I don't know why they're not moving it up to centre ice. They have to attack. The clock is ticking, Iceland with one goal lead."

The team circles the goal before calling out to their teammates prepped position and making sure all senses turned to Russ who sat discreetly.

"All right! Guy, now!" Coach Bombay called out to Germaine. He passes it on to Luis, who trailed behind the goal and starts up on the back.

—"Mendoza drops is back to—to Goldberg? He gave it to the goaltender Goldberg. Wait, it's not Goldberg. Tyler with it tees up the puck. With the knucklepuck. Russ Tyler with the knucklepuck ties the game."

The ducks screamed and cheered. Hugging and applauding the boy to there well settled goal, that made Icelands eyes roll. It was entertaining for them to see them so worked up. Because not even moments ago they felt the exact same. Revenge was sweet but their reactions were sweeter.

Wolf Stansson groans as he watches the ducks huddle into a circle hugging Russ who can't help but pull up a smile. Waving his stick at the audience and smirking at his brother who jumps and shouts towards him. He seemed to be more happier then the boy who had actually shot the goal.

"Each team picks five or their best, one-on-one with the goalie. No rebounds. Best of five shots wins it all. What a way to end it."

Jesse skated circles around the puck, he felt The sweat on his back pool around the thickly fabricated shirt of his jersey. The suffocation around his collar beating him to the pulp as he stared at the goalie with a drunken smile.

Je pushes the puck with the blade of his skates. Skimming the rink, covering the pathway towards the goal. He dribbles it between and sticks it into the goal.

Shootout

USA: 1 ICELAND: 1

Guy takes it up and scores it into the net, the puck just skidding the back of the pile. Declaring it as a goal. Iceland takes it back to one when Goldberg catches the puck between his gloves.

Dwayne sadly missing. The frown on his face very much apparent as he skates back to the bench. With a downward smile.

Iceland scores from centre, making it equal again. The disappoint clear in the ducks tones as they shout and groan. With small cries leaving their tongues as the quite their protest.

Fulton goes up, stopping at centre. His stick flings back and hits hard on the goalies helmet. The player fall back to the net, the blare clarifies Icelands defeat.

Iceland shoots...again. Making it tie...again.

The ducks could feel the nerves in their body weaken the hope they had left in their souls. The seamount obvious to the naked eye as their shoulder slumped and their heads hung lower.

"Adam, get out there." Bombay pats his back slowly. Sending him a faded smile. Alexis pulled him into one last hug. Sending him through the sky pass the clouds, her lips press gently onto his own. Pulling away just in time before the ref calls out to him.

"Be careful!" The brunette shouts worriedly. He nods reassuringly. Taking centre. His wrist running circles as he pulls his stick into slow motions.

Adam skates up... the puck sliding and right when he dribbles closer and closer. The puck skimming the rink, slicing the tension in the air with a loud blare as it hits the goal. Sending everyone into an abyss of shouts.