Redhawk Caldera Come at me and you'll see

Oh god, she was dying. This was what dying felt like, right?! That was the last breath that she wasted also as she drove herself forward, only nearly stumbling once, but catching herself before she could lose any momentum. Still, it wasn't enough. The muscles in her rear leg were protesting heavily and she couldn't make up the distance, so fell a length behind while he crested the rise.

Fucking hell. She took a moment to breath (and let the disappointment go). Look, she'd never been much of a racer, but losing in general sucked bigtime. He so better not be the gloating type, she thought, sucking in air and trying to let it out somewhat reasonably.

Nice. I suppose since you won, fair and square, you earned an intro. My name's Bridget. As her breathing slowly began to calm down, she started to stretch. If she wasn't careful, she'd stiffen up and the trip down would be a nightmare. Wouldn't be the first time. You're new, yeah? She honestly didn't know if he'd arrived before or after she joined back up. It could be she'd just completely missed him.