Air: Hockey Table

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.

Jax went for his signature move: the "Slingshot." He drew the striker back and slammed the puck into the corner at an impossible angle. It zipped toward Leo’s goal like a heat-seeking missile. air hockey table

The digital scoreboard flashed red. The fan died down as the timer hit zero. Leo didn't answer