His forehead creased with focus. Quick glance around, then his eyes glued back to the little disc at the end of his staff. He moved with speed and precision, dodging obstacles and opponents, carefully navigating the disc to the target at the end. Everything was just clicking into place. Now to time the strike correctly... a bit closer, a bit faster, pull the staff back aaaand... hit! Score!
His hands lifted in a victorious gesture, before he realized nobody is cheering with him.
"It was a damn good hockey display," his rival's voice mocked. "But this is figure skating, Wolf."
Omlouvám se postiženým, zejména chudáku Wolfovi, on se fakt snaží. Ale holt to není tak jednoduché...
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Ty metafory! :D
Elluška
Ty metafory! :D
Myslím, že jsi z toho vybruslila se ctí. Já se na sportovní drabble rovnou vykašlala :D