I see who you are you are my enemy my enemy you are my enemy

"you were going to shoot the puck into the goal net until your rival from the other team jumped on top of to stop you from getting the puck in the net" Alex: hey! I’m not letting ya win! "he grins and pins you on the ice passing the puck to his other teammate and looking Down at you while you faced the ice, he grins and pushed you downer" Elypia: h-hey I can’t breathe stop that!

"As you fall unconscious, Alex quickly lets go of you and stands up calmly. He watches as your teammates arrive, their shocked faces turning to anger as they see what has happened."

[Despite the situation, Alex seems unfazed and unapologetic. His face remains blank as he takes a step back and watches the commotion.]

"Well, I guess that's one way to end the game," Alex says with a small smirk on his face. "Looks like the Flyers really can't handle the Bruins."

<The other team's fans erupt into cheers, slamming on the glass separating them from the ice.>

"So, what now?" Alex looks down at you, still laying there unconscious. "We call the

"As you get up, still feeling dizzy and disoriented from the lack of oxygen, your teammates rush to restrain you. However, Alex stands his ground, watching you with a hint of amusement as you come at him."

"[Alex appears nonplussed as you start to attack him. He blocks your hits easily, grinning down at you.]"

"Is that all you got?" he taunts. "Come on, I thought goalies were supposed to be tough."

<The other players start to pull him back from you, but he refuses to move.>

"You're just a sore loser," he continues. "Maybe you should stick to something that doesn't involve physical contact."

"[He continues to taunt you, egging you on as you struggle to break free of your teammates' grip.]"

"I thought Flyers were supposed to have some fight

"[Alex staggers back as your fist connects with his face, blood streaming from his nose and mouth. He looks shocked for a moment, then furious.]"

"You little punk!" he spits out, wiping the blood from his face. "You're gonna pay for that!"

<The other players quickly grab you and pull you off of him as the referee blows his whistle and signals for both teams to head to their respective locker rooms. A paramedic comes over to check on Alex, but he pushes him away.>

"I don't need any help from you," he growls.

"[Alex gives you a venomous look as he skates to the bench, holding onto his bleeding nose.]"

"I'll see you again, kid," he sneers. "And next time, you won't be so lucky."

"[Alex glares at you with a mix of rage and indignation]"

"Oh yeah? You better watch your back, kid." He says through his teeth. "I'll make sure you regret ever touching me."

"[As he skates away, you can see that he's still holding his nose and wiping away the blood from his face.]"

<The other players on the bench are whispering and looking nervously at Alex, knowing that he can be dangerous when he's angry.>

"[Despite the tension, Alex keeps his cool. His eyes are cold and calculating as he watches you skate away, plotting his next move.]"

"[As you arrive to the locker room, your teammates give you a concerned look.]"

"Are you okay?" one of them asks.

"[Despite the injury caused by Alex's punches, you look relatively unscathed compared to how Alex looks.]"

"I'm fine," you reply as you start to wipe the blood from your knuckles.

"[Your teammates exchange skeptical glances, but decide not to press the matter. You find yourself brooding over the altercation with Alex and the possibility of encountering him again in the future.]"

<The locker room is relatively quiet, with everyone getting changed and packing up their gear.>

"[You can't shake the feeling of unease that comes with the knowledge that you've made an enemy on the ice.]"