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[Elbows him in the side when he gets a little too close]

Watch it.

[And yes, it is rather dark in here. And yes, some of those stalagmites on the ceiling sure don't look that secure.

Like the one that is coming down near them right now.

Now it's Intensity's turn to shove the two of them off to one side]

[ exCUSE you! ]

Me? You—

[ Wait... is that?

He doesn't even see the stalagmite coming down until it's all but too late, so it's fortunate Intensity pushes them out of the way. Even then, they're being showered in ice shards that have him ducking to cover his eyes. ]

Damn-!

[Intensity lets go of Atem's motorcycle finally, flexing his fingers before regripping his own handlebar steadily. In the distance, there is the sound of more stalagmites crashing to the cavern floor.

But should they survive, the end of the course is just a couple hundred feet outside of the cave's exit]

See you at the finish line!

[ FINALLY. #FREEHIM

He recovers quickly, the jibe helping it along. With his vision clear, he puts all of his attention into flooring it, pushing the bike as hard as it can possibly go. Surely going fast will make it easier to dodge the falling ice! He weaves sharply right to avoid exactly that, which has the unfortunate effect of making him think he's right. ]

I'll be sure to wave back at you!

[Bro, are you sure you want to---

Oh fuck. No time to think about that now as a rather large chunk of ice is about to fall in Intensity's path, forcing him to swerve off the optimal course to avoid some part of him getting skewered]

[ King doesn't look back, even as an ice spike comes down on his back tire and causes the entire bike to jerk dangerously. He grits his teeth and leans hard on the gas, the momentum helping to offset the wobble of the bike and prevent him toppling over right then and there.

And once he clears the cavern... he's hurtling full speed for the finish line. ]

[Did that fucking hit his bike? How the fuck did King not eat pavement? Was he really a closet expert motorcyclist all along!?

Unfortunately the drawback to having all of these angry thoughts is that they take time and energy. And delay the realization that King is already almost at the exit]

Fuck.

[Careens his bike dangerously at an angle in an attempt to make up lost distance]

[ Sleeper agent motorcycle expert, that's him alright.

His luck stat, somehow, carried him this far - there's nothing but open track between him and the finish line, and his peripheral vision is clear of his opponent. There's nothing left to do but floor it.

Any last tricks up your sleeve Mr. CEO? ]

[MAYBE IF HE HAD FUCKING BOUGHT THAT GUN LIKE HE WAS PLANNING ON DOING]

[ YOU CAN'T JUST BRING A GUN TO MARIO KART INTENSITY JESUS CHRIST

But fine, he's blazing across the finish line with all the dumb fanfare that entails. One can only hope there isn't also confetti. ]

[WHO SAYS HE CAN'T?! Fuck, he should have programmed in a blue turtle shell instead. He was a FOOL!

But of course, there are trumpets blaring, a cheering faceless mannequin crowd, and all manners of streamers, confetti and balloons when King crosses the finish line.

Have fun picking that out of your hair, Your Excellency.

Intensity's bike comes screeching to a halt next to King about 30 seconds later.]

[ He pulls his helmet off and bats the remaining ice shards (and confetti) out of his face, but since the confetti, at least, is still coming down... he just gives up. Whatever. ]

A worthwhile challenge.

[ It sounds... genuine?? Not gloating?? ]