The Drift King
He / Him
32
September 04
Mauville City
Straight..?
Cadet
Y'feel the pumping adrenaline?
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Matus Baran
The Final Lap [m]
POSTED ON Sept 18, 2022 21:49:50 GMT
Truthfully, some bit of this course reminded him back of the mesa, where their first confrontation had been held. Some hit of nostalgia—despite how Matus knew he'd never stepped foot on this course before—was welling up in his chest, serving only to have him loosening his hold a margin on the reins. He could feel the pounding of Sepkat's heartbeat in her neck, where his hands half-rested in his hold on the reins. Though seeing the straight-stretch ahead, and the sharper curves to follow, had him making up his mind. "You know what to do." Words almost lost to the wind, though he knew the Liepard would pick up on them—had picked up on them from the acknowledging flick of an ear in his direction. While not quite to the level of using Double Team, the Liepard didn't hesitate in putting on more speed; fully embracing the straight-line ahead of her. A glance would be spared back towards Twilight and Josh—a wince of his own barely restrained at watching the near-crash the pair had shared. Despite the obvious rivalry, and the way he'd run that mesa before; the race wouldn't be fun if someone got hurt, especially if it was the one he was trying to have a rematch with. He wouldn't have hesitated in turning around to check on them if he needed to. Sepkat might have been a little fussy, but he knew even the feline had concern for them in the way she risked a glance back. Making sure they'd made the jump. But seeing the ease they recovered, Matus could breathe a little easier. The larger curve, he shouldn't need to try and lean against, trusting Sepkat's tendencies towards the curves like that. Truthfully, it was the smaller, sharper ones that had him a bit concerned. The feline was quick, yes. But her sharp turns were a little lacking. Two short, sharp tugs to the reins would give across his meaning. Sepkat would have to slow down into the smaller loops. Even if it meant giving up some distance to their opponents. He'd rather lose the race than have them both wiping out—Entirely out of concern to the Liepard, of course. Matus could give less of a care if he ended up with a few bumps and bruises... or broken bones, from a little crash. It was part of what got his blood pumping after all. A60_urlhOf course, away from the race happening at that moment, Sila would turn his attention properly onto the Luxray. Lowering a wing from where he'd been preening to mull the thought over. "You're quick. I don't doubt that. Its in your nature. But how long can you hold it? If you had wings, would you be able to fly and glide for hours without breaking? Would you need to rest more often?" A curious question in his own soft chiming chirps. "I trust you're quick. But I don't know if you're quicker than her. You might hold out a little longer. But my sister could catch up again quick." Josh Devlin ·
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