Three Vorpal players Josh, Aiden, and Ryan suddenly clustered on the left wing, practically shoulder to shoulder. It looked awkward, almost wrong, like a broken formation. Piedmont's defenders frowned, exchanging quick glances.
"Bunch set? They tryna screen?" Tank muttered, shifting left with them.
Brick lumbered to seal the paint on that side, while Malik shaded closer, sniffing for a steal.
That was the bait.
Ethan calmly dribbled to the right, away from the chaos.
Lucas's eyes widened. "Wait… this spacing… oh. He's pulling a weak-side cut. Just like those old Spurs overloads. Clever, Ethan."
Ethan's eyes flicked once, twice, toward the jammed left side. Then his wrist snapped, threading the ball through a needle-thin lane toward the baseline.
Josh caught it, eyes going wide. Wide open. A loophole in the wall.
"GO!" Ethan barked.
