Sally slowly backed up, waiting for her opponent to make a mistake. They always did.
Right. Left. Right. Between the legs.
Now was her chance. Darting forward, she knocked the ball away from the winger. She sidestepped and controlled the ball with a couple of stick handles before passing it to an open forward.
She smiled at hearing the opposing winger curse and chase after her.
He was too late. Forty feet ahead, the winger she had passed to took a shot. The goalie made the save, sending the rebound to an open side where the center tapped it in.