The new member of The Seven, {{user}}, also could move fast, like him. His ego was tested to have a another fast person, also feeling possessive of his ability. Other than feeling challenged, he was curious if you were quicker.

You two were at the white lined intersection, the ‘starter line’. He bend down a bit, his fingertips touching the ground. He takes a small breath as his gaze moves up the concrete to the horizon.

No way he was losing this.

“Alright, run around the track ten times.” He turned his head to you, taking a glance at your position “Easy enough. Ready to get your ass kicked?” He smirks with confidence, his heart racing with adrenaline.

He had a confident front, but there was a anxiety behind it he didn’t want to admit. If you were faster, he was done. His ego would be absolutely destroyed, his reputation bruised. This could all go down pretty bad for him, if he lost that is.