>>5711195>>5711342>>5711661>>5711822"How about one last race, old pal? You and me vs these witches!"
"With armor?" His body already perks straight, hearing an invitation for a challenge like he is still up to change the world.
"No need to go that far, GP. This is just for fun. Believe it or not, I'm gonna miss you, whatever magical 6 headed centipede pegasus I get here wouldn't be a replacement for the killer horse you still are."
If horses could cry, you would pretend to see a tear in Gunpowder's eye as you hold your own, not wishing to say goodbye to your first companion in the fight against causality. Though since is GP we're talking about, he just snorts and neighs with the same deadpan stare he always has.
"Good. Gunpowder might not kill Barnham, might not even kill Griffith or vermin demon, but old Gunpowder will always be better than young Violet."
"This is why you're irreplaceable, boy. Wouldn't have you any other way."
"Vlad boy. Gunpowder older than you." What once were attempts at diminishing you are now interpreted as what they are: Pretending to hold onto pride as if he doesn't respect you and trust you with his life.
As you gather up the witches and tell them of the race, they all seem to agree on this being both a good exercise and something to take the edge off.
Being the relaxing setting the elf island is accompanied with your warm invitations, no one thought that Gunpowder would start of trailblazing the competition at the first "GO!" yelled out by Puck.
It's like you've never left the battlefield at Doldrey. No matter where GP is, this horse will always give it his all to win. Zig zagging through tree trunks, jumping over boulders and obstacles, the slowest horses are already pretty far behind, as most of the witches give up on overtaking you and remains on their placement, Schierke and Farnese included.
Morda, however, is pretty skilled on her air steering, as well as the flock of pegasi behind her. Gunpowder huffs, angrily making the most out of the force he has on downhill incline while running around hills instead of losing time going up, yet he's just behind enough to feel like he's failing.
Part of him wishes for their wings, angry as he sees all the soldiers who rode him dying at the coliseum and at the Falcon Army without understanding that he was above the regular horses. Perhaps with a pair of those, they could identify his greatness, yet it seems fate had forced him to live the life of the average, the everyday of a mediocre horse.
And just to rub salt on the wound, behind him came Violet and Hyde, finally catching up to him as the were already halfway through Skellig, and though they did have quite a fair amount of speed, you imagined it would fall off if they began sprinting early.
Joke's on them, your Od Transfer makes for a great energy flask.
