[center][h3]Esaka - Low Tier[/h3]
[b]Yayama Yama[/b]
Status: Waddling onto the scene
LV: 6, EXP: 25/60
Word Count: 286 (+1)[/center]

The lalafell decided to make her own way to where the kids had stopped, figuring with a glance or two at them that they'd be occupied with bickering long enough for her to arrive before they finished, so long as she kept up a reasonable pace. Her prediction turned out to be spot-on, of course, though it did put her toward the tail end of the arrivals. One short introduction to the armory aboard the Avenger later, and she had her mount for the day, a futuristic, yet still brutish-looking monowheeled vehicle she'd heard called a Chopper. It certainly looked like it would chop apart the unfortunate soul to get into its path, especially before she was introduced to it having elements in its controls to let someone look past the titanic propulsion elements directly in front of the rider.

A few false starts later, she had the controls figured out. She was no ace pilot or master of beasts, but she'd had her fair share of experience directing either. Once she figured out that the main priority of whoever had designed this had been "go toward the enemy so you can hit them with your sword," Yayama had a good idea of how the vehicle would handle and how to avoid crunching up any unfortunate pedestrians under the hostile-looking wheel. 

Without further ado, she tore off to the north, once again setting her own pace. It'd be a bit of a ride, and it was probably best that she arrived first anyways. . . plus it gave her some time to play around with this thing, an activity which most certainly did not result in her flipping it trying to get a long jump.