The rabbit she was called, and damn they were not lying. You pumped you legs faster and faster, she was still just too fast. As you two weaved in and out of the rocks, your knee hit the edge of one which caused you to fall. At 35 miles per hour. Your vision went from sky to ground then back to sky as you tumbled down the valley. After you came to a stop up against a rock, a familiar face, or rather helmet, appeared.

“Nice one.”