Pentagon, Hexagon, Pentagon, Pentagon

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. Formation C, formation C, we rehearsed it over and over and over again, and I still second-guessed her and now we're screwed! It's all my fault and she'll never play again with the way that bone is almost piercing her skin there, fuck! The one rule was no using our voices while the time's running, so coordinating our plays and remembering to stick to the mf plan was critical, and I know her role is to freestyle it and use us, but I didn't think she'd fake me out and break her spine. Dammit, if only she didn't scream when she fell, then at least the rest of the team would have survived to the next round.