“Yeah! This is the last leg! After this, the winners will be determined!” The inhabitants of the crowd were going wild with anticipation. The race was nearing its climax and everyone watching wanted to know who would win.
“I hope my girl crosses the finish line in time!” said a man with lust twinkling in his eyes.
“Hey! Since when is she your girl? You’ve never even spoken to her or seen her face!” rebutted a large man who was sitting abreast of the spectator.
“Who said that I need to speak to a woman or see their face for them to be my girlfriend huh? Do blind men see their ladies? Do dumb people talk you asshole?!”
“Hey, what did you just call me shrimp?” A war was starting to brew in the crowd. A lot of people were arguing over their favourite competitors, mostly the Mysterious Mistress.
The skinny man with lust twinkling in his eyes didn’t back down from the large man’s probing. “You heard me fatso. Don’t think that because you’re big that I’m afraid of you.”
The large man stood up while cracking his fingers. “It seems that I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, shrimp.”
Boom! Boom!
Multiple meteorites were crashing into the surface of the gigantic boulder. From a birds-eye view, people could see a lot of different size crater imprints. The Mysterious Mistress had just ridden passed the middle section of the gigantic meteorite. She was almost to the edge of her destination.
“Alright, I think that I can make it. Only one finger of time remaining. If nothing unexpected happens then…” The Mysterious Mistress had to cut her thought process short to swing away from a falling meteorite. “Damn these meteorites! They just keep on coming.” She swung away from another wave of meteorites consecutively. Her Motor was under a lot of pressure, if it kept up for long, it might fall apart. However, compared to Resotnero’s Motor, hers was in a top-notch state.
“Oh damn! My feet feel like they could turn to ash any second now. If the gemstone in my Motor is destroyed that would be terrible! Not only will I forfeit this race but I will have to acquire another set of Motor and I don’t have the cash for that right now. Ahh! Somebody punch me in my ears and stab me sideways!” Resotnero was in peril, he began pondering whether he should hit the bail-out function on his Motor and forfeit the race. If he did this he might be able to repair his motor somehow.
“Ahh what should I do goddammit?!”
At that moment when Resotnero was bursting his brains, he heard a strange whooshing sound coming from above him. “What the…?” he looked up and saw a planetary-sized meteorite, similar to the one that he and the Mysterious Mistress were trying to get across descending from the sky. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva which almost cut his stomach. “This can’t be happening right now!”
Resotnero was panicking, all the hair follicles on his head were standing at attention. Fear started leaking out of the corner of his eyes as he cursed several expletives. The planetary meteor didn’t care about his worries though, all it wanted to do was Crush! Crush! Crush!
“You idiot! Hurry up and ride! Why are you standing around there for?!”
“Eh?” Hearing the Mysterious Mistress’s voice made Resotnero snap out of his major dilemma. He quickly reignited his Motor and shot off behind the Mysterious Mistress who was 90 metres ahead of him. But that distance quickly increased when she put everything she got into her Motor.
“Selain you have to go faster!” She was also scared of getting crushed by the planetary-sized meteor but she was more composed and driven than Resotnero. Only ten seconds remained before the crushing impact of the planetary size meteorite.
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“Oh no! I’m not going to make it!” screamed Resotnero internally. He had several metres left to cross before he was out of impact range of the planetary meteor. The closer it descended, the more gravitational force pressed down on him which slowed him down drastically.
Resotnero had reached the bottleneck of despair, he had given up all hope of ever making it across the finish line. Because he saw no way out of his predicament, he bent down and was about to hit the bail-out function of his Motor when suddenly a sword pierced the earth beside him.
“This is…?” Resotnero looked over the sword, quickly identifying its familiarity. At that moment he heard the Mysterious Mistress’s voice.
“Rat-boy! Hurry up and grab the handle! I’ll pull you out!”
“Alright!” Without questioning, Resotnero held onto the handle of the dark blade. He had no other option, it was either he accepted the Mysterious Mistress’s help or get crushed by the planetary meteor or bail-out. What else could he do?
The planetary meteor was about to crash into the gigantic meteor. Both Tomb Riders could feel the intense pressure crackling away at their bones. The Mysterious Mistress recalled her weapon which gave Resotnero a boost to quickly evade crushing death.
The planetary meteor finally collided with its predecessor. The crushing impact caused the giant rock to split in half then slowly shattered to pieces!
“Ahhh!” Resotnero and the Mysterious Mistress were falling from among the debris. They were descending from a terrifying height of several hundred metres. Resotnero was mostly among the falling debris because he was way behind the Mysterious Mistress when the rock exploded. Some of them even collided with him, causing him to sustain heavy damage.
A vast amount of molten rocks and debris splattered into the ground which caused the entire race arena to shake violently. Some stray rocks also collided with the protective barrier which was cordoning off the audience.
“Oh my God! If it weren’t for this protective layer most of us would have gotten injured or even die!” said a member of the crowd.
Two figures crashed near the explosive radius of the shattered meteorites. Those two figures were the Mysterious Mistress and Resotnero. Both Tomb Rider’s Motor was in a tattered state. Selain’s framework was almost torn apart and her tires were punctured, her master was hanging onto her handlebar sprawled out on the floor. Resotnero’s rollerblades were on the brink of destruction, just one sudden move was enough for him to forfeit.
Couple feet ahead of the injured Tomb Riders was the finish line. A lot of Tomb Riders were standing by staring at them attentively. The Initiator was also there standing on his smartphone-like Motor.
“Huu…” While lying flat on her stomach, the Mysterious Mistress glanced ahead of her and saw the chequered patterns for the finish line.
“Ahf, I’m almost there.” She picked herself up along with her Motor. Instead of hopping on her motorbike, she looked behind her and saw Resotnero. “His arms are broken, both of his legs have been severely damaged and his Motor is falling apart. He can’t continue any further. This is my chance.”
“Huh? Where is she going? The finish line is right there and there isn’t any time remaining. She should hurry up and cross before it’s all over. Why turn back?” wondered a majority of the audience.
“Is she going to help that broken guy cross the finish line as well?”
“No way! Why would she do something so stupid?”
“Who knows? Probably she’s smitten by him.”
“Dream on. She will never like a dude like that. I’m more of her type.”
While the crowd was in an uproar, the Mysterious Mistress had already arrived in front of Resotnero. She looked down at him who was holding her dark blade. She reached out her hand and took it back, afterwards, she glared down at him with killing intent. “You know what I’m thinking right?”
“Cough! Cough!” Resotnero spat out a mouthful of blood before forcing a smile on his face. “You’ve won, lady. I admit defeat. Hurry up and do it before the time runs o…”
Before Resotnero got the chance to finish his sentence, a dark blade streaked across the sky and pierced his heart. Blood splattered as he swiftly vanished, leaving behind a hefty Silver Ghoul Soul. The audience gasped with astonishment. They saw her absorb the Ghoul Soul and hopped onto her Motor.
“How cruel and despicable! Is her heart made of stone?” Blurted out some members of the crowd.
“How is she cruel by eliminating that broken guy? This match is every person for themselves. Besides, she gave that dude a glorious death!”
All of this wasn’t of any concern to the Mysterious Mistress. “Selain can you make it?”
“Vrm!” Her Motor throttled.
“Okay, go!”
Only eight seconds were left on the timer and the distance to cross was 56 meters. The Mysterious Mistress redirected all of her power sources into her motorbike’s punctured tyres. Her speed started increasing, picking up a steady pace. She was halfway closer to the finish line.
Two seconds later she crossed a distance of 12 metres. Three seconds later she was only one and a half meters away from crossing the finish line. When the timer hits 1, her tires rolled over the first chequered patterns on the ground. Zero seconds later and she was in the bounds of the finish line.