<div class="floatright">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)</div>Graceful wasn't really the term for what Nuria was doing at the moment -- it was all an impromptu performance, after all, and hardly something she had practiced -- but it seemed to work for her as she swiveled and swerved, grinning like a veritable madwoman all the while she barely kept her course.<br/><br/>The initial momentum she had set off with carried her well and she quickly left half the contestants in her dust -- well, her mud trail. Riset was well ahead, but at the speeds she was currently going the Godlike knew she would overtake him soon. There was a moment when Phelypsis and Nuria were head to head, then, and the firewielder gave a wicked laugh as she passed by the demon, at least for the moment holding the elusive edge -- until, of course, she failed to compensate enough for her next turn and near-crashed into the poor guardsman at the head!<br/><br/>Arms and legs dangling, she quickly managed to latch onto her shell with one hand to avoid falling and going down completely, but not only had she given the man a push, she'd left him ample opportunity -- and ample targets with her remaining clothes almost nonexistent -- to grab her! Indeed, with their current speed it was necessary for her  to do the same and try to push herself away again lest they turn into some sort of humanoid wrecking ball and lose both!<br/>