Chapter 7

"What do you mean Billy quit the team?"

The other cleat had to drop sometime, didn't it? Farrow thought as Ryder began to pace. She'd had an excellent night—and morning—with Levi over the weekend, and now they'd arrived at practice only to learn some very inconvenient news.

Facing the team gathered in the dugout, Andrew took off his hat, ran a hand over his hair before setting the hat back on his head.

"I had to have a hard talk with him yesterday about his recent behavior," he explained, gesturing for a fuming Ryder to sit. "I told him as long as he continued to have a bad attitude and be rude to his teammates, then I'd have to bench him. He opted to be benched permanently."

"Good riddance," Levi muttered.

"I'm not disagreeing," said Ryder, "but now we're down a player—again. And the playoffs start next week."

Ever the optimist, Jackson pointed out, "We still have enough players to fill the field, plus one more."

Eddie shifted nervously. "Yeah, but only ten players is cutting it pretty close."

Farrow pursed her lips as a thought occurred to her, but she decided to let it stew a moment first while she listened to the discussion.

"What about your brother Tom?" Andrew asked Manny. "Does he still play?"

"He might," Manny said skeptically. "But I wouldn't count on him giving up his current party boy lifestyle."

Andrew turned to Henry. "Cat's brother?"

Henry shook his head. "James is on a work trip in England for the summer."

"I could ask my friend Robbie Martin," Knight offered. "We were on our high school team together, but he's only played pick up games since."

Andrew shook his head. "Then he doesn't qualify—players had to have played at at least collegiate level to join this league."

"Then that rules out my friend Benwick, too," Fred considered. "Do any of us know anyone else?"

The more Farrow thought about it, the better her idea seemed. With the silence that followed Fred's question, she straightened, grinned at Ryder. "I think I know the perfect person."

"Who?" Ryder frowned, then his eyes widened as it hit him. "No. Wait. Do you think…?

"Who are you talking about?" Brandon asked.

"Someone we all know," Farrow shared with a secret smile. "And she's already got her own jersey. Bree."

Fred folded his arms. "The cheerleader plays baseball?"

"We played collegiate softball together," Farrow explained, arched a brow. "Where do you think she learned those cheers?"

"How good is she?"

"Does it matter? We don't have very many options," Henry put in, then graced them all with his teasing smile. "Besides, if Farrow and Ryder are vouching for her, then she's definitely better than Billy."

The joke got a few laughs of agreement, and succeeded in loosening them all up a bit.

Levi's smirk turned wicked. "Wouldn't it just stick in Billy's craw that we replaced him with another woman?"

"And the kicker?" Farrow mirrored Levi's expression with her own smirk. "Second base is her main position."

"Alright." Andrew held up a hand for attention. "If we all agree, we'll ask Bree if she wants to play. If she agrees, we'll have her try out at our next practice. All in favor?"

Some hands went up slower than others, but not by much; within a few seconds, it was decided.

"Okay." Andrew nodded. "Ro, Ry, I'll leave it to you to reach out to her. Everyone else keep thinking in case she says no."

She didn't say no.

Farrow was only surprised her reaction was less enthusiastic than expected. When she and Ryder had explained Billy's departure, Bree had been properly horrified. But when they'd asked her if she'd be willing to replace him, she'd turned to them with her face set in an uncharacteristically stern expression.

"Of course I'll play," she assured them. "When's the next practice?"

"Tomorrow," Ry told her.

Bree's face lit with a bubbly smile, and she even did a little bounce on her toes. "Great. Just let me dust off my gear."

There it is,thought Farrow.

When the three of them showed up at practice the next day, Bree was all warm smiles and energy. If any of their teammates had doubts about her switching from softball, they were erased when practice began in earnest.

Bree might have been a sweet, cheerful sort, but on the field she was a beast. Even better was her base running—Bree was a speed demon, which would give them an advantage in stealing bases. Even Farrow had never managed to throw her out at two.

Though she easily adjusted to the different base lead off rules, it did take Bree some time to get used to hitting baseballs instead of softballs. But when she could hit some of Ryder's full-speed pitches, he assured her she'd be able to hit off other pitchers.

His theory was proven correct in their next game when Bree slammed the ball into right field during her first at bat, and turned what would have been a single into a double just through her running. They won that game three to nothing, and carried that momentum with them through their remaining games.

When, in the deciding game, Brandon cracked a double in the last inning with two outs still to go, the whole team—and their fan section in the bleachers, which, thanks to Tina, had grown to include Nora Dashwood—leapt to their feet. The hit brought Knight safely across home plate, and gave the Longhorns a one-run lead.

Even without any more runs, it was official—they were going to the championship.

And, it was discovered a few days later, so were the Redcoats. It wasn't surprising news, but it seemed they'd blasted through their opponents on their way to get to the top, if the reports of their victory were accurate. They'd been merciless last time they played the Longhorns; Levi expected this time would be even more intense.

As he lay in Farrow's bed the night before the game, her warm body snug against his, her head nestled under his chin, he couldn't help but be a little worried. While he didn't doubt the Longhorns could win, he was sure the Redcoats would have something up their sleeve.

"You know, I'm starting to find your thinking face endearing," Farrow murmured against his chest.

He lifted his head slightly to look at her, but all he could see was the top of her head.

"You can't even see my face."

"I can feel you thinking too hard." Her fingers began to graze lazily across his chest. "I assume it's about the game tomorrow?"

He blew out a breath. "Yeah. I guess I'm just anxious."

"Me too." She shifted so that her arms were crossed against his chest and she could look into his eyes. "But we can handle whatever they throw at us. I believe that."

"I believe it, too." He stroked a hand down her back.

"Good." She leaned forward, pressed her lips to his. "Then we'd better get some sleep."

Before she could roll away, his arms tightened around her.

"I'm having a little trouble shutting my brain off. It might take me a while to fall asleep."

"Hmm." Her lips quirked, and she slid a leg over until she lay astride him. "Perhaps I can help you with that."

Sunny skies, warm weather with a light breeze, and freshly mowed grass greeted Levi and Farrow when they arrived at the field.

It was a perfect day for baseball, a feeling that lifted the somewhat somber mood of the team, even if only a little.

It was lifted a little more when their friends and family started arriving in the bleachers. Tina and Cat sat together, as usual, and were joined now by Nora, who'd been happy to reconnect with her old friends. Frank and his wife came to cheer them on, as they had on and off through the season—there was no way Frank was missing the championship game, though.

Even Levi and Jackson's brothers had all come—but thankfully kept their mother from attending. Levi had yet to meet Farrow's parents or sister, but he knew she'd told them they shouldn't come, and why. But she'd promised to let them know the outcome of the game as soon as it was over.

Despite the support, it seemed everyone was a little apprehensive about playing the Redcoats.

They warmed up as usual, but it was quiet, especially in comparison to the other team shouting and laughing during their own warm up. More than ever, Levi couldn't shake the feeling he was missing something.

And finally, when both teams were huddled in their dugouts awaiting the start of the game, he realized what it was when he ran a watchful eye over the other team.

He blinked, did a double take. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Is that…is that Billy?"

The others looked toward the Redcoats' dugout with various expressions of horror and confusion. Sure enough, Billy's ruddy face was among the bright red ball caps, and he leaned against the chainlink fence as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Bree pursed her lips. "Well, that's bad news bears."

"Son of bitch," Ryder growled, then turned away, resisting the urge to punch something. Bree laid a hand on his arm.

"That weasel." Farrow narrowed her eyes. "He's probably told them about all our plays and signals."

"Then we'll just have to think of new ones," Ryder said firmly.

"Let's not worry about that yet," Jackson suggested. "He might not have said anything."

Levi shook his head. "Sorry, Jax, but the chances of that are slim. He would see it as the perfect revenge."

"That's just great," Fred grumbled.

"So we test it out." Knight stood as he spoke, his deep voice and height giving him a commanding presence. "Start thinking of new signs, and if we notice during the first inning we're getting stonewalled, we scrap the old ones."

"A sound strategy," Andrew agreed, then flicked a calculating eye at Farrow and Bree. "Ro, Bree, do you guys remember any of the signs your softball team used?"

Bree gave him a grin edged with razors. "You bet we do."

"Alright," Andrew nodded. "We'll keep that in reserve. Now let's get ready to bat—Henry leads us off. Bree, I hope you don't mind, but Manny will be your designated hitter. You'll still run as an alternate."

Bree held up her hands. "Fine by me."

Henry and the next two on deck grabbed up their bats and helmets, started taking practice swings while the other team filtered onto the field. Andrew went to stand by third base.

From his stance at second, Billy sneered at his former team, but Farrow barely spared him a glance. She took stock of the rest of the Redcoats' team as they began to warm up. She was surprised to see Elton in right field instead of her nemesis. With a sinking feeling, her gaze swept over the diamond to home plate, where her eyes met the smug face of Greg Wyatt.

He winked at her before pulling his catcher's mask over his confident smirk.

Enjoy it while it lasts,she thought, narrowing her eyes. You haven't won yet.

The bastard.

As if sensing her stewing in her heightened emotions, Levi came up beside her, curled his fingers through the holes of the fence. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

He only quirked a brow.

"He can't disconcert me now," Farrow said definitively. "This time I know what to expect, and I'm more determined than ever to take him down."

"Then let's kick some Redcoats ass," he said, pushing off the fence.

Henry played it smart at bat, waiting out a few pitches before taking a swing. The ball sailed into left center field, earning him a single.

Farrow watched Wyatt and Billy carefully when Jackson stepped up to the box. After testing out a couple pitches, Andrew called to him and went through a round of signals, including the one for "steal."

When Henry took his lead off as usual, she thought she saw Billy give some kind of signal to Wyatt, who in turn gave one to their pitcher, Denny—though she couldn't be sure it wasn't a normal exchange between pitcher and catcher.

But she was sure of it when Denny hitched his leg and made to throw. Henry went for it, sprinting toward second; but instead of throwing the pitch, Denny pivoted and threw the ball to Crawford, their shortstop, already waiting at the bag.

Henry basically slid right into Crawford's tag. Billy's cackle as Henry was declared out was unmistakable. Jackson swung at the next pitch, hitting a grounder to third, where Willoughby scooped it up easily and threw for the out at one.

Ryder was next to bat. He'd noticed Billy's indication to Wyatt just before Henry tried to steal second, and wondered how he could best rub it in their smug faces. Deciding to test the theory a bit more, he watched a couple pitches go by before stepping a foot out of the box and turning to Andrew. He gave their sign for "bunt," to which Andrew looked momentarily confused; but he must have understood Ryder's game, because he nodded and gave the same sign back.

A surreptitious glance at Billy showed him signaling Wyatt.

Biting back a smirk, Ryder stepped back into the box. As Denny took his stance, Ryder crouched to bunt, noticed the fielders take some steps inward. But just as Denny reared back and threw, Ryder straightened into his normal stance and swung at the next pitch—hard. He took off for first as the fly careened into center field, but didn't make it to the bag before he saw the beefy arm of Forster reach up to catch it.

Damn it. Can of corn.

He jogged back to the dugout with a huff, dragged off his helmet with a rough shake of his head. "They definitely know our signs," he hissed, tucking the helmet under his arm.

"Billy's even cuing them," Farrow added. Already strapped into her shin guards, she pulled the chest protector over her head.

"Alright," Andrew nodded firmly. "You and Bree will teach us the new signs before the next inning. For now, take the field as though nothing is amiss."

Ryder pounded his fist into his glove. "They won't know what hit 'em."

Smiling mischievously, Bree held up her phone as the grinding tones of Hendrix's "Wild Thing" eked out through the small speaker. Ry rolled his eyes, but smiled as he turned out of the dugout.

It certainly served to relax the team, and they filtered onto the field, tossing some balls around as Ryder threw a few warm up pitches. The between-inning routine was disrupted when there was a bit of a commotion from the Redcoats' dugout.

Billy stormed out, pointed an accusing finger at Bree. "What is she doing here?"

Evidently, he hadn't noticed her before, but in her position at second, the strawberry blonde ponytail pulled through her cap glinting a bit coppery in the sunshine, she stood out among the rest of her team.

It was Levi who came to her defense, folding his arms as he stared Billy down. "Replacing you. Seeing as you defected and all."

"Is there a problem here?" The ump demanded. Andrew wasn't far behind.

"They have a new player on their team." Billy pointed at Bree again.

"Indeed we do," Andrew said dryly. "Did you think we wouldn't find someone to replace you when you quit?"

"Rather hypocritical of you to be upset, isn't it?" Knight asked, his position at third giving him a front row seat to the spectacle. "You're a new player for the Redcoats yourself, so what's it to you that we have one?"

"She's a girl!" Billy protested.

Bree's chin came up, but she affected confusion. "I am? Why didn't anyone tell me before?"

While her team chuckled, Billy insisted, "She can't play. I've been part of this league all season—she hasn't."

"She has all the right qualifications, and board approval," Andrew informed him, his face stony.

The ump nodded. "As I'm aware. There's no cause for all this fuss."

"Now that that's settled," Ryder said from the mound, "Shall we get on with the game?"

Everyone agreed as a reluctant Billy shuffled back to the dugout, and after that the inning was anticlimactic; Ryder struck out the first three batters—Thorpe, Elliot, and Denny—in a row. Whether it was Billy's attack on Bree that fueled the Torch's fire, Levi couldn't say, but he was certainly living up to his moniker today.

As soon as the last out was called, those on field jogged back for a team huddle, gathering around Bree and Farrow so as to block the other team's view of them.

"Our coach liked to disguise the real sign in between a bunch of other signs," Bree explained. "When she tapped her nose, that was the indication the next sign was the real one."

They decided which signs were most important at the moment, and she and Farrow quickly demonstrated the motions for swing away, hold, and steal.

"That ought to throw them off," Henry grinned cheekily.

Unfortunately, though they did succeed in confusing Billy's efforts to reveal their signs, they didn't manage any runs that inning. Levi led off by hitting a fly into left field, which was caught by Thorpe. Brandon was more successful, hitting a grounder too far up the middle for Billy or Crawford to reach and making it safely to first. They were optimistic when Knight smacked the ball deep into right center, but Forster was faster than he looked and managed to snag it. Though Brandon tagged up and made it to second, he was picked off by Denny and Crawford during Manny's at-bat, which meant Manny would be leading them off next inning.

Thankfully their luck on the field held. Just as had been the case with them, the Redcoats' power hitters were next in the lineup.

A overly-confident Willoughby swung at the first pitch; though he managed to connect, and hard, the grounder was easily swept up by Bree and thrown to Henry at first. Crawford managed a single into left field, and everyone on the field became hyper-aware as Forster made his way to the plate. He too, swung at the first pitch—and hit a liner right at Ryder, who stumbled back a little even as the ball smacked into his glove just under his chin.

Sanderson was next at bat; either he had more patience than his teammates, or he'd been given a signal to wait. Instinct had Farrow tracking Crawford's movements.

Was it her, or was he taking a little bit of a longer lead than before? She braced herself, shifting her feet just a little to be ready for a throw, giving her own signal to Ryder. He nodded, wound up.

Just as he released the ball, Crawford took off. Farrow straightened as she caught the ball, already turning. Her throw reached Levi's glove seconds before Crawford, who hadn't even attempted to slide, and he was easily tagged. Considering his roll in tagging out Brandon, Ro considered it poetic justice.

She didn't miss the way Crawford threw his helmet on the ground when he made it back to the dugout. As she was on deck, she determined to be on alert if she got on base.

When Manny returned to the batter's box, he ripped one into left field, earning him a single. Andrew called time to switch in Bree as the runner as Farrow stepped up to the plate.

"We meet again," Wyatt said silkily.

Farrow ignored him, glancing at Andrew, who was giving her the signal to swing away. With a runner like Bree on base, her goal was to advance her friend as much as possible. With that in mind, she stepped around the plate to bat lefty instead, making it easier for her to aim to hit the ball into right field.

On her first attempt, she fouled the ball past first base. Ignoring Wyatt's taunts, she focused on her swing, and on her next attempt, succeeded in cracking one between Billy and the Redcoats' first baseman, Elliot.

The hit was shallow enough for Elton not to catch the ball, but still enable him to pick up the ball and throw it to first before Farrow got there. Though she could hear Billy's smug laughter, Farrow smirked.

Bree had made it to second unencumbered, right where Farrow had intended to get her.

She saw Andrew give Bree the signal to steal if she could even as he looked at the next batter, Eddie. It was risky, but the element of surprise was on their side. Bree took a short lead so as not get picked off, waited until Denny let go of the ball to bullet toward third.

Eddie did his best to distract Wyatt by swinging at the pitch and missing, his body and his bat getting in Wyatt's way. He had to step around Eddie to throw to third, but by the time he did, Bree had already slid to safety and was standing.

Ryder didn't miss how Willoughby raked his eyes over Bree's dirt-clad bottom; even as he clenched his fists, Levi clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"She can handle herself."

"I know she can," Ryder grumbled. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."

Eddie struck out, but Fred, their cleanup hitter, took his time at the plate, before finally taking a hard swing and sending the ball deep into left field. Bree breezed over the plate, while Fred rounded first to see Thorpe had yet to reach the ball, and headed for second, where Andrew instructed him to stay.

Henry was the third out with an infield fly, but the Longhorns had scored the first run, which had them all grinning.

They managed to hold off the Redcoats in the bottom half of the inning, but were held off themselves in the top of the fourth, despite their best efforts. It seemed the Redcoats had determined to play a little harder, and the roughness with which they were running and tagging runners didn't go unnoticed by the ump—Wyatt was even issued a warning for giving Levi a shove with his shoulder on his way to third.

In spite of the rough play, the Longhorns were still up one-nothing at the top of the fifth.

Farrow glowered at Wyatt as she slid a helmet over her head, pulling on her batting gloves when Knight went to the plate. The cocky bastard thought he could intimidate them with roughhousing and snide remarks, but the Longhorns would never stoop to that level.

As if proving her point, Knight lived up to his chivalrous name by studiously ignoring the Redcoats' jeers and patiently awaiting the right pitch. His patience was rewarded when he whacked the ball well over Crawford's head; by the time Forster reached the ball, Knight was coming up on second.

Similarly, Manny frustrated the other team by working his count to full before finally being walked.

Two on, no outs, Farrow thought, taking a fortifying breath. Their chances for a run or two this inning were good, but she felt the need to prepare herself just in case. There was no doubt in her mind Wyatt would try to mess with her.

She headed to the plate as Bree took Manny's place on first, and decided to follow her teammates' examples by taking her time. She watched one ball and one strike go by in silence. Just as she was thinking she was surprised Wyatt hadn't attempted anything, he spoke to her as he threw the ball back to Denny, apparently not caring if the umpire heard.

"So, you never answered my question. Does Gemma miss me?"

He'd have to do better than that if his goal was to provoke her. "Decidedly not," she answered, then readied for the next pitch. Denny threw just a little high and outside, her favorite kind of pitch, but she let it go.

"Are you sure?" Wyatt asked her, standing. "She was all over me."

This time Farrow ignored him. She let the heat of rage wash over her and settle in her core. She was done with his games.

He really thought it would be so easy to get to her?

She'd spent most of her life being underestimated, and not just because of her gender. Her reserved nature and social awkwardness had too often been perceived as a weakness; she'd had to work harder than others to be perceived as capable because she wasn't an easygoing extrovert.

But it had also worked to her advantage. When people underestimated you, they tended not to expect you to best them.

So thinking, she adjusted her grip on the bat, calmly waited for the next pitch, her honed instincts telling her it was the right one even as it left the pitcher's hand.

She rotated, swung.

Though it felt light as air, the crack of the ball against her bat reverberated through her, knocking it high into right center.

As Wyatt cursed, she dropped the bat and ran, elation and adrenaline fueling her as she watched Forster and Elton run after the ball. She stepped on the corner of the bag as she rounded first, not even bothering to slow down. She pulled up when she reached second, taking a moment to glance back to the outfield.

Elton had reached the ball, and was now throwing to Crawford, who was covering second. But to her surprise, the throw went a little wild, and even though Crawford leapt for the ball, he still missed it.

The shouts and cheers of "Go, go, go!" from the dugout and the stands filled her ears as the wild ball went flying into left field. Bree had already pushed off third, sprinting toward home, but Thorpe came up on the missed throw quickly, so Farrow stayed on two.

She ignored the glares of the players around her, particularly Billy, instead beaming toward the Longhorns dugout, where Bree was jogging up and high-fiving the others. Levi met her eyes and grinned back at her.

Carrying the momentum of their hitting streak, Eddie hit a single that brought Farrow to third. And Fred hit a hard grounder toward second. All the runners took off, and Billy lobbed the ball to Crawford, who was ready at second, even as Wyatt, who'd thrown off his helmet, stood over home plate and waved his arms for the ball.

And instead of trying for a double play at first, Crawford hurled the ball to Wyatt. Farrow threw herself down to slide legs first just as Wyatt caught the ball. And she slid over the plate as he bent to tag her.

His sweep hit her hard in the ribs, and she let out an oof even as the ump spread his arms and called safe.

"What?" Wyatt demanded as he straightened. "I totally got her!"

He'd got her alright. Knocked the wind out of her.

"That's another warning for playing with unnecessary roughness," the ump told him.

Farrow coughed as she sat up. Levi, Ryder, and Andrew were already running toward her. Levi reached out his hands, pulled her up when she gripped them.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked, sliding a protective arm around her waist.

"If she can't take a little tag, she shouldn't play in this league," Wyatt sneered, even as his gaze honed in on Levi and Farrow.

Both Levi and Ryder opened their mouths, but Farrow held up a hand. Wyatt was deliberately provoking them, and she wasn't having it. "I'm fine, really. Just need to catch my breath. Carry on."

She walked toward the dugout, pulling Levi with her.

Ryder glared holes into Wyatt, had the satisfaction of seeing him shrink back a little. "You watch yourself, Wyatt," he warned before following the others back to the dugout.

Levi made Farrow sit once they'd reached the dugout, and Bree handed her her water bottle.

"That dickhead," she muttered. "He totally sucker punched you."

"He did," Farrow acknowledged. "But it won't do him any good."

The interruption seemed to have brought the team's mood down a little; if it had been unclear before, there was no longer any doubt the Redcoats weren't playing nice, and their previous momentum was lost.

Henry managed another single, but Jackson hit a fly into center, which was caught. And though Ryder cracked the ball over Billy's furious head, loading up the bases, Levi's worry over Farrow caused him to strike out, leaving all the runners stranded.

Ryder knew his friend would be beating himself up for his distraction, but when he saw the shuttered look on Levi's face as he jogged off the field, he knew something was up. He stopped him just outside the dugout.

"What did he say to you?" he asked in a low voice, pulling off his helmet.

Fury leapt into Levi's eyes, his jaw set. He glanced behind him to make sure Farrow wasn't paying attention; when he saw she was putting the catcher's gear on, he turned back to Ry. "Let's just say it was a crude comment about mine and Farrow's sex life. Don't tell Ro."

Ryder's eyes narrowed. "How would he…?"

"My reaction to his dirty play probably gave us away."

Ryder nodded. "It doesn't matter. The best way to stick it to him is to put it out of our minds."

Despite an overall great at-bat—they'd scored three runs and were now up four to nothing after all—the mood had soured.

Though her side ached a bit, Farrow didn't let it deter her. If anything, it was a point of pride to remain The Vac. A glance at the Redcoats' dugout at the end of the inning showed Wyatt's unmistakably annoyed face when his team failed to bring in any runs.

The Longhorns didn't get any runs in their next at-bat either.

Levi hoped he wasn't jinxing it when he reminded himself they were winning four to zero.

His hopes were for naught, however, as the Redcoats rallied in the bottom of the sixth. They were at the top of their rotation, so Thorpe led off, and got on base, followed by Elliot, who hit a single. With two on and no outs, it wasn't looking great, but Denny, thankfully, hit the ball right toward Knight, who scooped it up and stepped on third.

Unfortunately, Willoughby was next, and his hit brought Elliot in. Levi's senses pricked when Crawford sidled up to the plate, that baseball instinct that told him to be ready.

Crawford connected on the first pitch, sending a liner up the middle. Levi sprinted for it, reaching his arm as he dived, determined it wouldn't make it to the outfield—and to his delighted pleasure, the ball caught in the webbing of his glove.

He hit the ground with a jolt, heard the roar of cheers through the ringing in his ears. He rolled up, reaching into his glove for the ball as he glanced around to note the positions of the runners. Instead his eyes landed on Bree, who stood ready at nearby second, her eyes wide as her gloveless hand waved for him to throw her the ball.

Still on his knees, he tossed it to her, and she caught it easily, well before Denny, who'd made it all the way to third before he realized Levi had caught the ball, was able to return to second.

"Holy shit, dude." Ryder clamped his hand in Levi's as he helped him up. "That was the most epic thing I've ever seen."

"I'm glad you think so, ‘cause I'll probably be feeling it tomorrow."

Ry just chuckled, and Levi grimaced a little as he walked it off. At least it was one hell of a play.