Cold Days

“They only come when it’s cold.” “Aye” said Kawhi, “but is it the cold that brings the Swarm, or the Swarm that brings the cold?”. Kawhi carried on with his routine preparing his bandages for his daily rest, he was no newcomer to the Wind Division and had grown quite accustom to the cold air as it helped his slumber. “They come together, as one, that’s all that matters.” D-Thom looked across his campground as his team prepared for Week 2, a common look of disbelief about what had just unraveled in the prior days loomed among his men. The Lightning fell victim to their division rivals Minnesota Swarm in an act of vengeance that had brewing for two years. The Swarm boasted the Kitchen’s best record two years ago, only to find themselves lost amid the trails of their victory tour the following year. Lonzo knew there was no time for rest and despite the outcome, this time he had a valiant crew of future Soup Kitchen stars on this campaign. There was no time for rest, he bumped Bam and helped saddle Kawhi onto his horse. The thought of sliding down the standings made his gut wrench. Then there it was, ash. Lonzo quickly glanced up at the sight of it as the remainder of his teammates emerged from the campsite. “Who in four divisions hell do you think goes there!?”, barked Myles Turner. A rumbling was heard at the tree line, the air had grown increasingly sparse and dry. It was Paul George standing tall with the 51 point Dallas loss burning in his eyes, the Volcanoes had arrived. Week 2 begins…

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