Shawn Fiore wasted no time watching the dark-haired brute facing off against a pack of menacing beasts far beyond his capabilities. This was obviously not one of his priorities in this race… and for that reason, he ordered his group to follow him across the treacherous sandy plain, leaving Silver to enjoy the show.
'The idiot's got guts! I'll give him that,' the short fiery-haired candidate leader thought to himself whilst forging onward.
"What's the plan, sir?" a boy to his right asked him while they ran.
Shawn looked left and right, taking note of the chaos that awaited them in the near future and chuckled to himself.
Unknown enemies in the sand, twisters packed with pelting sand particles, the hot sun and a distance of four miles to cover. From this perspective, professor Heldsworth hadn't been lenient in choosing the setting of their race at all.
