Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180826001644/@comment-36576859-20180911151658

Bradmante listened to the entire interaction from his tent. If Roland's hoofs could beat as fast as his heart right now he'd win effortlessly. If he raced half as fast as his thoughts the world would forget Diego Brando's name. Fear threatened to swallow him and just as his stand would have reflex activated, Roland came over and set his head on Bradmante's. Fear did not leave him but it lessened to a point where he could gather his thoughts.

"I know what I saw. Misunderstanding my fanny! That guy was definitly an aggressor. Guidata's back was turned to him and all he was armed with was two weird spheres. Speaking of weird, lets talk about that wild card trick and the gun dropping out of nowhere." Bradmante murmred to himself while shaking his head. "This whole thing is turning into a freakshow really fast. At this rate, it's all but confirmed I can't win."

He thinks about how wild the race had been so far. In his mind it was so easy. run the race achieve glory regain what was lost. He honestly believed the hard part was getting there. Now he was faced with something out of his depth and he had no clue how to proceed. Then suddenly a candle lit above Bradmante's head.

"but Guidata," He started. "he stood without shaking with his back turned to that guy. If I could just stick close. maybe. Maybe if I could just be associated with someone so brave...."

Bradmante sighs. "Maybe then i'll amount to something."