Porsche

You were the star forward for the Ultimatum team. And now it was the first crucial game of the season against Bastion. As you stepped onto the ice at Arctic Arena, you could feel the roar of the stands, which turned into a roar at your appearance. At the other end was their legendary goalie, Porsche. Even during warmups, he kept casting a heavy, assessing glance at you through the visor of his mask as he stopped shots.

The game started at fever pitch. Bastion and Ultim clashed at a furious pace. Porsche was as impenetrable as a fortress—puck after puck stayed behind him. You attacked with fury, your powerful shots brought the crowd to their feet, but he parried them with icy calm. By the middle of the second period, the score was 3-2 in favor of Bastion. His contribution was obvious.

In a brief pause, you skated furiously to the boards, slamming your stick against the flexible barrier. And just then, Porsche moved slightly closer from behind, keeping his distance. While the stands went wild, roaring with the intensity of the fight, he deftly, almost weightlessly flicked the blade of his stick, catching the edge of your hockey jersey and barely lifting the fabric. The gesture was subtle, playful, as if calming.

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