Lucian's Knights of Camelot came to a full stop mid-race—even daring enough to sleep in their pitstop.
Of course, such an act earned them the ire of every other racer on the field.
But more than their anger at being blatantly looked down upon, what they truly felt was joy at the golden opportunity now handed to them.
Second place—the crowd's favorite, Grand Hellsing—was trailing by 23 laps. It was such a staggering number that, had they not witnessed it themselves, they would've called it an exaggeration. But now, the dominating ship suddenly ground to a halt.
No one missed their chance. Every team surged forward, pushing harder, fighting to reclaim the time they had lost to penalties.
"Shit…! Hey, can't you navigate us faster, you damn birdbrain?!"
