Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180826001644/@comment-36576859-20180910150415

Bradmante was shaken. He knew the race was gonna be rough but this was something else entirely! He recalled everything that had happened up to this point. it was all one big adrenaline rush then and even now as he thought about it his tent he shivered like it was 10 below.

"Sandstorms? gunshots? Not only are these guys seriously out to win but nature itself seems determined to destroy any chance of me winning this race."

Roland blows wind through it's lips and nuzzles against Bradmante. This calms the rider a bit. It's good for him to know that no matter what this race brings he'll have somebody who is going through it with him and afterwards someone he can look back on the events and think "Dang that really happened didn't it?". Then Roland will whinny right before his mother brings him a glass of lemonade smiling and saying "Doesn't matter!!"

"Wait wha-" His daydream interrupted, he sneaks a peek outside. "Is this forreal? Those guys were ahead of me during the race could one be trying to stop the other from becoming compettion later on? I guess money makes people do crazy things."