Lexie
We started off the race fast enough. We weren't in the lead right away, but we were gaining fast. The first chariot we came up on was the Apollo chariot. Alex and Ebony lurched far ahead at first, but had slowed down since then. I urged the horses forward so the chariots were side-by-side. I looked at Ebony and yelled, "See you at the finish!" We raced out in front of them. I heard a definite crack and realized that Alex had latched onto our chariot.
"Jack! The Apoolo chariot has latched onto us! We need to cut it loose!"
"Okay," Jack yelled back; I could barely hear him. "Let's wait until the turn. Then they'll head off the track!"
"Good plan!" I went back to concentrating on the track. We blew past Charlie and Nick (and stuck a javelin in their wheel for good measure). We came up to the first turn.
"Jack, Lexie, thanks for the free ride!" I could hear Alex laughing behind us. Jack and I simultaneously turned back and smirked. I was ready. As soon as we hit the turn I turned the chariot, sharp.
"Now!" I yelled. I saw the Apollo chariot flip over. I also saw Alex's arm break. Oh well, minor injuries were to be expected. I turned to high five Jack and when I turned back I was hit in the face with a cloud of stink. I held my nose. The smell was horrible! That wasn't our biggest problem though.
I hear people fighting behind us, but I decided just to focus on the track ahead of me. All of the sudden, smoke flared out from behind me, stinging my eyes. I cursed. I couldn't see.
"Jack, can you see anything?"
"No!" Great, just great. Just our luck. The culprits pulled up beside us. Trent was driving solo with the Hermes chariot on the other side of him.
"Fight as hard as you can Jack! I'll try to keep us on a straight path!" I didn't wait to see what had happened, I just focused on the track. I heard a loud gasp from the spectators. I looked around for a crashed chariot, but then I noticed that everyone was looking at the sky. Trent was flying. We had to stop him or else he was going to win. Jack was way ahead of me. He throw his javelin and hit Trent in the thigh.
Ou chariot and the Hermes chariot had collided a while ago, but we were both to worried about making sure Trent wouldn't hit us to do anything about it. We bolted forward, getting closer to the finish line. It was just Ares and Hermes making a dash to the finish line. Who would win, the messenger or the fighter? Unfortunatly for us, someone else was silently creeping up behind us.
