Cynthia POV.
“Evenly poised.”
Those are the words I kept hearing again and again as the match progressed. From everyone on the team. Brad, Coach, physio, and every other member of Team Sinacore sat by my side, watching the match in rapt attention and with bated breath. In every game and every set.
Like a bee, those words kept buzzing in my ears. The players were both evenly poised.
The assessment was not far off, though. Sinacore started with a bang, serving with ferocity, moving stealthily and gallantly, hitting the ball with raw intensity. His face was sculpted in stone, devoid of emotions or feelings. His arms cut through the air like a chainsaw, never missing an opportunity to hit the ball with the center of his racquet. And his legs were in perennial motion like a planet rotating in its orbit.