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As the racers near the ravine, the bridge in their sights, Depeche detects his opposition beginning to narrow as they charge forth for the easy passing beyond the water; however, they had managed to drive their horses to tire, while Depeche had smartly kept to the rear of the front formation, allowing Duran Duran to reserve what energy she could for the moment that she would be relied upon to make or break the situation. He allows his horse to quicken, encouraging her to dash and charge past those worn horses whose riders had taken the initiative far too hard.

As he passes a number of horses, he waggles and taps his fingers in a somewhat campy manner as he holds the reins; for reasons beyond them, a small number of the riders leading ahead of Duran Duran find their horses stirring, becoming spooked or falling to their feet at random. In the moment of confusion, Depeche charges into the lead and proceeds to take the bridge!

"I had known my spirit was at my side...!" he thinks to himself as his horse dashes safely across the bridge, albeit slightly concerned by its rickety condition.