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Rema waited impatiently for the announcer to announce the start of the race. Her finger tapped idly against her side as she sat on her chariot  with her legs stretched out and hanging off the edge of the seat's rim.  Things could never move fast enough to match that frantic beating for action in her mechanical heart. Designed and built for bloody competition.

The cry to 'start your engines!' is heard, and Rema jumped into position. Her hands gripped the reigns of Castor and Pollux who reared up their steel limbs and neighed out war cries that sounded like distorted roars of a bear through a subwoofer instead of a horse. They stomped the ground and left craters from the impact, just as merciless as their master. Jet blue flames shot out from the back of the chariot as the specialized engine roared to life. Black plumes of smoke shout out through the tall exhaust. A entire industry of war rolled up into one vehicle.

At the sight of green, Rema would crack the reigns of her steed and with o further orders needed those war beasts galloped into a incredible sprint. Dirt would fly into the air as the wheels of the chariot carved a path with breakneck speed, quickly pacing over 100 mph in the first 30 seconds of riding alone and nearing 300. An incredible display for such a antiquated ride.

However, not fast enough it seemed. Skull Rider emerged in the lead immediately, leaving behind a trail of spiky mines. Rema hated this time of foul play. Where was the honor in relying on gadgets to destroy your enemies!? 

[color=ed1c24]"Coward!"[/color] Rema barked at the leader. She'd hunker down and brace for impact. The chariot of war needed no fancy maneuvers, shields or even evasive. It was a tank built of steel and bolts. Those spike mines would shake the chariot around with their explosions, the entire chariot and horses pulling it disappearing in clouds of smoke. Debris from the explosions scattered everywhere. The infernal machines are not effected in the slightest by the shrapnel, not even staggered in their step. They merely pick up speed as Rema laughed with a shine of mania in her purple eyes.

[color=ed1c24]"That's not enough to stop me! Weakling!" [/color]

She reached into a side compartment to pull a electrically powered javelin, bursting with shocking energy at the barbed tip. 

[color=ed1c24]"The closest one to me gets this first~!"[/color]