Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180826001644/@comment-36576859-20180907163421

As Steven Steel's voice boomed over the crowd, Bradmante lamented. He had retrived his shoe but at what cost? surely he was late. He knew there wasn't time to flirt with girls by the diner but he did it anyway. Now while he sped forward to get to his starting position he swore to every god he knew he'd never speak to another woman again if he could make up for his blunder. paying no heed to anything else he reached top speed Just before he reached his starting position.

"Here goes nothing!"

The thought flew in between heartbeats. A hoof it the ground. another heartbeat. His whole horse (Hol Horse) is in the box at full gallup. his concentration is concrete. Then a Gunshot rings out shattering it. He looks around in shock. Bradmante sees no racers, but he hears them in large volume from behind him.

"Theres no way. Am I really-"

Oncoming reality interrupts the thought. Green Prickily reality. A hard sloppy swerve almost topples Bradmante and Roland however on the rebound they use the reduction in speed to handle the obstcles better. This allowed more skilled racers to catch up.

" Maybe I can't win but if I'll never know if I don't give it my all!"

"Then the cloud hit. Everything was obscurred. it was hard to breathe. In an instant he was assailed by fear. The fear of faliure, the fear of the unknown, the fear of death. Subconciously This triggered the activation of his stand. Hail to The King. Instead of being paralyzed by fear. He throws his legs around Rolands throat and swings so that he is hanging upside down by his horses neck. He strips off his shirt and starts whipping the air in front of them. If he hits something he tells Roland to turn avoiding cacti and racers alike. Then when the dust gets thinner Hail to The King fades and Bradmante returns to normal.

"OH G-D!" He screams while latching on to the neck of roland." Roland help me back on your BACK!