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Perhaps 'win every stage' wasn't as simple as it sounded. While he tried to keep at the front of the pack, he noted that it simply painted a bigger target on his back. He allowed himself to fall back a small amount, though not to an extent that the leaders were leaving him in the dust: They must've been confident in their horses stamina to blast ahead this early, or maybe they were stupid? There was time to debate racer intelligence later; Donny was focusing on now, and scoping out his opposition to see who would look like the biggest threat.

His eyes landed on a woman; Kind of pudgy, but not in the places that made you ugly. Despite the race and the danger, she seemed surprisingly casual compared to most of the racers; Was she confident? He wasn't above assuming a woman could be dangerous; If anything, they'd probably beat him down more than most men have. Underestimating even the most innocent looking racer was bound to cause you trouble in the long run, so he simply considered everyone as a threat. It was too early to pick and choose targets; That was for later stages. 

Then, it happened.

The plump roast woman had removed her hands from the reins of her horse, adjusting her shirt, or something? Though that was, surprisingly, not the interesting part: Rather, the interesting part was the fact the reins she released were floating in the air. [i]The air.[/i] [b][i]THE. AIR.[/i][/b] 

[url=https://www.shitpostbot.com/img/templates/josuke-long-eyes-5a767707aff4d-design.jpg]Donny's eyes practically shot out of his skull.[/url] [color=yellow][sub]"E h h h h h h ? !"[/sub][/color] He let out a sound of pure confusion and shock: How was that possible? How could that woman levitate her reins like that? Wait: Levitate. Levitation was psychic. If Levitation = Psychic, then Tubba Blubba Butt over there was psychic. She wasn't just a racer; She wasn't just confident! She was controlling her horse with nothing but her mind!

Instinctively, he began to steer his horse farther away. But despite this, he kept staring with that same shocked, stupid expression. He could deal with swords, or guns. But psychic powers were beyond him; This was bullshit! Why'd he have to see her do that?! Now he'd be paranoid the entire race, and worse, terrified right now because she could be in his mind. She could've known all of these things he was thinking, right now, at this very moment. 

[color=yellow][i][sub]'She can't read your mind. She can't read your mind. She can't read your mind...'[/sub][/i][/color] He thought to himself, though what if she could? What if she [b][i]was,[/i][/b] damn it? This was so distracting; He wasn't even paying attention to the race, this stupid shit was infecting his mind like an extreme paranoia. He wasn't usually the fearful type, but psychic powers were no joke! The larder-ass was a bigger threat to his well-being than he could have imagined.

He'd need to avoid conflict with that one.