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The stadium was loud, music and the cheering of the crowds echoing all over the place in a cacophony of sound. Above the din rumbled a louder reverberation, the engines of more than a score of race cars as their drivers gave them all a final once over. Lizard looked about as he tried to take it all in. For the past week or so he had assisted a new friend, a black-furred grizzly bear named Bearin, repair his car to get it ready for the race day. It was a big event in the region. A day of racing that ultimately culminated in one big main race where almost anything was permitted to win. It was known as The Race Wars. The Necropolin wolf glanced at Bearin, watching as the grizzly went through some last minute checks on his car, the blue R34 Skyline looking vastly different now that it had been modified with protective armour plates as well as offensive and defensive add-ons. Neither of them saw the elegant figure who approached and cast an eye over the vehicle before speaking. "I see you