The shadows of the tall figures spread across the floor. Ten young men. Ready for Battle. Marching onto the court. The buzzer sounds. The battle has begun. Back and forth. Up and down. The ball is sent through the hands of multiple players. The spectators grow loud as their team makes a basket. Back and forth. Up and down. The battle rages on as each player fights to get the ball through the net. The buzzer sounds again as the captain of this battle draws up a new plan. The sighs and continuous panting of the players carries through the huddle. Sweat pours from these warriors onto their battlefield. The players march back on the court to continue the battle they have begun. The final quarter is now commencing. The battle goes on. It's a tie. The coaches sub in their best players. Hoping. Praying. That they will make the kill shot. It's the final 20 seconds of the quarter. One of the players brings the ball up the court. Swinging. Back and forth. The ball is swung through all the players, trying to find the best shot. Ten, nine, eight. The clock counts. The last pass is thrown. Seven, six, five. The player everyone is relying on dribbles the ball back and forth. Three, two, one. The shot is taken. The buzzer sounds.... he made it! The crowd cries out with a sudden burst of joy! The losing team drags themselves off the court with their heads hanging down. This is what the teams fought for. A win. A loss. An epic battle. The game.