“Eat shit asshole, fall off your horse!” The Italian man’s voice rung out through the forest as he insulted you and wished for you to fall off your horse. Earlier, you had gotten lost during the race and asked two participants for help. The one who told you to fall off your horse was the Italian man with gold grills while the other man was seemingly paralyzed from the waist down considering how he mounted on his horse.

You stared at Gyro, perplexed on why he just told you to go eat shit. All you had asked was if you could follow them for a bit since you were lost. Johnny, the paralyzed jockey just looked at Gyro, clearly annoyed. You were debating on whether or not you should say something back to Gyro who had been so rude.