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Was everyone in this race as rude and brazen as Simon? The hulking mass of man simply ignored anything and everything Joseppi was saying to him. It was like he wasn’t even there. One minute he ran up next to him and was pointing at his knapsack being open and taking off the next without any utterance. It wasn’t enough to be ignored by Simon, but denied by Jules, his poster stolen by a blonde midget, and some ditzy red head completely unaware of her stand or what gravity was. This race was going to take more of a toll on his mind, body, and soul if the pace of people he met kept up with those from just before. In his introspection he had loss all footing he gained from shooting out the gate at the start of the race. Realizing he was now several spots behind the front of the crowd, he spat in annoyance. His head lowered to the level of Radio Heads ear whispering, [color=black]“Let’s go buddy we don’t need to win first but we do need to teach those folks a lesson.”[/color]

Riled up with a new flame of passion, Joseppi whipped the reigns and shouted letting Radio Head no it was time to boogie. To make up for the distance he lost he needed speed and a whole lot of it. Sucking in the air around him he filled his lungs to the very brim before expelling it all with ferocious force. Only instead of his just his lips a manifestation of his stand’s lips leapt past his own. The air blowing from his mouth began to coat Radio Head in a semi translucent bubble or shield rather. Joseppi had created a vehicle that would bend the air resistance around him instead of directly on top of the pair. Radio Head sliced through the air and the crowd around him like a hot knife through butter. Not only was Radio Head able to conserve more energy this way, but the air wouldn’t be putting any pressure on the joints or weight of both riders. 

First was the blonde that had stolen his poster and as much as Joseppi wanted to divert his attention form the race to a fist into Donny’s face, he knew he had to bite his tongue for now. Instead the menacing cowboy simply tipped his hat in Donny’s direction before blowing straight past him. [color=black]“Now where is that lump of bricks now?”[/color] Joseppi said aloud looking specifically for Simon. [i][color=black]“Oh, great a hill”[/color][/i] he thought, knowing full well what kind of damage a downward slope could do to all of the racers and their horses. Luckily for Joseppi luck was on his side. A simple upturned flick of his wrist created a small layer of air between the ground and Radio Head’s feet allowing him to glide gracefully down the hill instead of pounding downward. The plume of feathers caught his attention once more, it was the girl who had narrowly escaped his charm. Something was different about her this time, she had an air of candor and now she was holding one of those mysterious balls strapped to her sides. 

His eyes widened in awe of her raw display of power and skill with the orb. She knocked down one horse that snowballed into a pileup of both riders and horse alike. He grimaced in her act of defiance, perhaps she was a stand user after all. Tugging at the reigns once more, Radio head reared in reply as he sped up jumping over the pile up in elegant display. Using the momentum to his favor he continued to glide down the hill, passing Jules this time. His head turned hoping to catch her gaze, a playful wink sent to her if she did manage to meet his eyes. However, he couldn’t stop there he needed to press on and catch up to Simon. The urge to send him flying had overcome any of his previous motivations and just like gravity Joseppi was sitting behind both him and Annie with Neon Knight. 
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