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Leo didn't answer. He dropped into a crouch. The puck was a blur of black plastic, hovering on a thin cushion of air that turned the heavy table into a friction-less vacuum.

For ten minutes, the only sound was the frantic thump-zip-thump of the game. The score was tied at 6-6. Next point won the night. air hockey table

The neon lights of the Galaxy Arcade always felt like a second home, but tonight, the in the back corner was the only thing that mattered. It sat under a flickering fluorescent tube, its surface scarred by a thousand high-speed battles, humming with the steady drone of a tireless internal fan. Leo didn't answer

The digital scoreboard flashed red. The fan died down as the timer hit zero. For ten minutes, the only sound was the

Leo gripped his red plastic striker until his knuckles turned white. Across the white, perforated tundra stood Jax, the undisputed king of the arcade. Jax didn't just play; he calculated.