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The air screaht back Her cheeks vibrated, her eyes stung Breathing was a struggle as she gasped at hurricane winds

The world around her beca past at speeds her brain could not process Streaks of light without definite form

She knew from experience that her feet would need to be iced down afterward to stop the swelling She’d already popped two Advil in anticipation

She was fast Impossibly fast

But she was not faster than a speeding bullet

She risked a glance back

The bullet was gaining She could see it, a blur, a s after her

Brianna dodged right, just half a step

The bullet zoouidly by

Brianna chased it, but it hit the dirt—not really anywhere near the target—while Brianna was still a dozen feet back

She dropped speed quickly, used the upward slope to slow herself gently, and came to a stop

Jack was three hundred yards away The whole race had lasted just over a second, though it had felt longer in Brianna’s subjective experience

“Did you do it?” Jack shouted

She trotted back to hiht of as pokey—probably no hed

“Totally,” she said