Leonel felt a ticking timer in his mind. While he could rush off to capture some beasts to stabilize his situation, if he did that right now it could give Octavia the chance to rush up the mountain. At that point, all this would be for naught.
Although it would be cowardly for her to do so, and clearly a slap to the faces of the Owlan Race as a whole, a win was a win. Leonel didn't want second place after everything he had been through.
His speed was fast, faster than anything he had displayed until now.
He appeared around Octavia in an instant just as the latter was stuck in a daze. She had just seen Minerva lose for the first time in her entire life. When she thought about what would likely happen when they returned, her heart shuddered.
