Cursing under her breath, Lucy pushes another burst of her implant behind her, but it's still not enough to let her overtake Musashi. On her own, with no chrome, she knows she wouldn't be a match, not even close. With chrome, she might just be able to win this thing, if she's creative.
Her legs are starting to burn, lungs are starting to strain, but this is where Lucy really excels; pushed down to the wire, everything on the line.
A wild burst of inspiration has her eyeing up a pillar next to the finish line, and she throws out one hand, Spider-Man style. She knows how to turn her wrist so that the cutting edge of her mono-wire doesn't slice through the pillar but just wraps around it, and when she intiates the withdrawal of the wire back into its container on her wrist, it pulls her forward instead--
Just fast enough for her to cross the finish line a split-second before Musashi does.
Lucy stumbles to a stop, the mono-wire slipping loose from the pillar and pooling on the ground as she leans over, hands braced on her knees, as she catches her breath.
"Fuck, you're tough to beat," she swears. "I'm going to ache for days."
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Her legs are starting to burn, lungs are starting to strain, but this is where Lucy really excels; pushed down to the wire, everything on the line.
A wild burst of inspiration has her eyeing up a pillar next to the finish line, and she throws out one hand, Spider-Man style. She knows how to turn her wrist so that the cutting edge of her mono-wire doesn't slice through the pillar but just wraps around it, and when she intiates the withdrawal of the wire back into its container on her wrist, it pulls her forward instead--
Just fast enough for her to cross the finish line a split-second before Musashi does.
Lucy stumbles to a stop, the mono-wire slipping loose from the pillar and pooling on the ground as she leans over, hands braced on her knees, as she catches her breath.
"Fuck, you're tough to beat," she swears. "I'm going to ache for days."