BrowncoatWhit

The Nordanners all reacted differently to the starting gun. Saligia’s hooves struck out as soon as the trip wire dropped, so close to it for a moment that Curtis held his breath. And suddenly, they were rocketing across the starting line, onto the highway. The race started at a narrow on ramp, so it was all jockeying for position to get good before the road widened out into the “construction zone” where they’d be running tonight. Saligia’s brown eyes glinted with a strange sort of hunger as the Nordanner forced herself to the front of the pack. Curtis worried she might burn out before the mile stretch was up, but the raw feeling in his palms told him that fighting her head on this would only lead to more damage and pain than it was worth. WC: 127/xXx-Kalakara-xXx ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ BANG! The glowing tripwire went down as pistol fire shattered the air around the line-up of riders. Wishbone