Gemotions

The cold air of the rink nipped at Fiona's face. She was a forward, known for her speed and scoring ability. Now, she was tasked with playing defense. She hated to admit it, but she was deeply unsettled. She was not a defender. She took a deep breath, steeling herself.

She studied the opposing team, taking note of their play, the way they moved. She felt a surge of tension in her chest, a feeling of unease that was hard to ignore. She had to be vigilant, ready to intercept, to protect her goal.

She skated hard, shadowing the opposing team's best offensive players. She anticipated their passes, blocking shots with grim determination. Her body ached, but her mind was alert, focused on preventing the other team from scoring. She was determined.