Second try.

Beezus inhaled dramatically. She was losing her lucky touch right now and she knew it was because she was getting tired. After joining almost all the other games, she was too exhausted. Especially the Magical Shootout Dueling, it drained the magic out of her.

With a small sigh, the young eaglet grasp the puddle, tried to calculate the necessary distance and the approxiamate effort she should exert in order to let the puck land on the tipmost triangle in the court.

Leaving all to good luck, she bit her lip and pushed the puck with the use of her puddle. Now, to hope that everything went according to plan.