“Not when the cars are on the same bloody team, Nilah!”Ĭlaire Asby, the Lang Autosport team principal, stood at her mahogany desk, hands folded behind her back. She had seen plenty of wrecks before and caused more than her share of them. The crash played out again and again on the holoprojection in front of them, and Nilah Brio tried not to sigh. In the background, the other blue car slipped away down the chicane-Nilah’s car. One of its tires exploded into a hail of spinning cords, whipping the road.
The lead race car came down hard, twisting eruptions of elemental magic spewing from its wounded power unit. Jagged chunks of duraplast glittered in the dusk as the follower’s car passed underneath, unharmed but for a fractured front wing. They interlocked, and sheer torque threw the leader into the air. They roared toward the turn, precision movements bringing them within centimeters of one another. They shot down the tarmac in succession like sapphire fish, streamers of wild magic billowing from their exhausts. The straight opened before the two race cars: an oily river, speckled yellow by the evening sun.
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