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Rose took out her frustration on court. Abigail figured she would. Abigail had spent the game dashing around her zone like a startled bird. Rose was doing her best to constantly challenge Abigail’s ability to intercept the ball; ironically she was making a better player of Abigail, even if it resulted in exhaustion and painful muscle spasms on Abigail’s part. However the intense play was taking it’s toll. Sweat rolled into Abigail’s eyes a little frequently and her foot work was definitely beginning to slow. Abigail blinked, momentarily blinded by the stinging of sweat. She started as her name was called and scrambled to catch the netball a fraction too slowly. The ball bounced away, and Abigail tripped over her own feet trying to recover. With a whack she managed to connect her brow with an elbow and next thing she knew she was on the ground semi-concussed. At least she was sure she concussed because that was the only reason could explain why she felt like she had floated before hitting the ground.