The puck dropped; the whistle sounded sharp and shrill. They crossed their sticks, lodging them against each other, trying to establish dominance, to clear the puck out of the circle, away from the other forward.
Carson got it, swung it away to his teammates. They broke out, chasing after the puck. Over the blue line, into the defensive zone. Leo all but bounced off of Moose Richardson, who merely rifled the puck cross-ice to another teammate.
Round, behind the net, and Nicky drilled the guy into the boards. The puck got tangled up in their skates, and Ty got into the fray too and another Falcon, and they were all hacking and slashing at each other, trying to make that puck spring free.