"Let's go, Otis! Only 10 kilometres to go!"
Otis tirelessly neighed back and continued galloping in the air and flapping his wings. Otis painted a picture of a prized stallion at full speed, gaping the other competition behind him.
"Shoot that kid and his horse out of the sky!" Sandro ordered those behind him before his fists erupted in deep red flames. He pushed his arms forward while bellowing loudly. From his flaming fists, skull-sized balls of deep red fire shot out continuously, and they were all aimed at Vasari and Otis.
Annica followed suit behind her older brother. Taking a simple-looking wooden staff with a red gem placed on the head out of her spatial ring, Annica swirled the staff side to side above her head. From her staff, a massive raven with a wingspan of 20 metres and made entirely of pale pink fire materialised and flew off towards Vasari at impressive speeds.
