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Jax stared at the empty goal, then looked up at Leo. He didn't yell. Instead, he reached across the cold, smooth surface and offered a handshake. "Nice spin, kid," Jax muttered. "Table's yours."

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

"Ready to lose your streak, kid?" Jax smirked, sliding the puck back and forth with a rhythmic clack-clack-clack . Jax stared at the empty goal, then looked up at Leo

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. Jax stared at the empty goal