"Gronkowski?"
"No, Edelman!"
"Beautiful footwork, precise judgment! Edelman is in godlike form tonight, leaving the Kansas City Chiefs Defense flustered and overwhelmed."
"Edelman..."
"Hah!"
Time paused in an instant. Every moment turned into still-frame animation, evolving scene by scene, frame by frame—
Edelman was in top form, carving out an opening in the dense defensive zone woven between the linemen, safety, and cornerback with his running.
Stop, catch, push forward.
Smooth as water.
But as he was just about to move, a flash of red flame darted toward him—it was so fast against the cold, wet rain that it almost scorched Edelman's calf.
Edelman was startled, and his feet dug into the ground, accelerating quickly in an attempt to break free.
Houston wasn't surprised. He knew Edelman's speed and agility inside out. The moment he made his decision, there could be no hesitation—it had to be ruthless, straightforward, and decisive—
