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"Again!" The tiger roared.
"Have mercy on me..." Lev whimpered, already having collapsed to the floor. "This is the eighteenth set this afternoon." He gazed forlornly beyond the net, where the row of plastic bottles all remained upright.
“An ace can go five sets without rest.” Akane set her hands on her hips and glared down at him. “And they must be able to get around any sort of defense!” She pointed at the bottles. “The wall of defense at nationals rebuilds at any time. Do you want them to kill your spikes?”
And so, the lion got back up.