Race To War. 3

The chaos of the race seemed to have drowned out once he entered the descended decker trackway. Many vehicles had chosen to avoid the drop, continuing straight on the major trackway above. Trent glanced up, feeling as though he were submerged underwater, viewing the world from within a transparent submarine. The engines of vehicles that he created zoomed overhead with a drowning hum like muffled thunder. 

He focused on steering as he began to build up speed once again. He quickly spotted a familiar vehicle he had seen before the match started. Trent accelerated until he matched the speed of the player on her hoverbike just as the trackway formed a holographic curve, with glowing arrow lines indicating the curvature.

"What are you doing in mere thousands?!" Trent called out, startling her. She immediately glanced his way, materializing a blaster in instinctive defence. "I thought you'd be struggling in the top hundreds."