Redhawk Caldera Recharge

Unlike her competitors, who were either slower by design or slower because they weren't dumb like her, Sorana whipped around the tree like a tetherball wildly swinging in a playground game. By the time she finished, the whole world was teetering. She tried to make the obstacle course in good time, but weaving like a drunken pony made it rather difficult.

She stumbled over the first set of branches and nearly crashed into the adjacent foliage, which prompted her to plant her feet and give her head a quick shake as Aiden and Jay passed her by. No you don't! she said, snapping playfully for Jay's tail as he streaked by.

She danced through the rest of the obstacles easily enough once the dizziness wore off, and on the flat ground of the meadow, she was able to weasel up next to Jay. Aiden, however, was well out of reach by now. God, he was fast for how big he was! She was begrudgingly grateful that Bronco was running alongside them and shouting out instructions; like Jay, she had forgotten what came next, but fixed her eyes on the boulder when prompted.

By now she was beginning to really flag. Her leg muscles were screaming and her lungs burned. Maybe that early burst of speed wasn't such a good idea after all. It was pure competitive energy that kept her going to the boulder and around it; she was not willing to come in last place here. Not a chance in hell.