"It’s the final race, boys!" Lola's smile was electric as the crowd roared. The last four weeks of shifter games had pared down the competitors with literal rings of fire, two whirlpools, and a forty-story pile of mattresses which collapsed into an avalanche of horror. After the race where Lola recruited a dragon shifter biker g**g to blow columns of dragonfire at runners, the two other remaining finalists dropped out on their own, leaving Sylvester and Marc as the final competitors for the big tournament.
A magical curtain hung in front of the start line, the sparkling golden projection blocking the view of the obstacles Marc and Sylvester would need to survive. Marc could hear shouted guesses from the stands, spectators hinting at everything from tornadoes to magical wildebeest stampede
