"Cheap," she hissed.
Vikram stepped into the circle. Kael’s heart sank. Jian braced for betrayal. poly track games g+
Kael moved first. He reversed his gravity and launched up the sheer face of the Needle, boots skimming the glass. Below him, Jian flicked her wrist, turning the lowest fifty meters of the tower into a mirrored frictionless plane. Two other runners who’d tried to follow Kael screamed as they slid backward, tumbling into the canyon. "Cheap," she hissed
The second kilometer was a gauntlet of shattered observation decks. Kael, struggling against a splitting migraine, inverted gravity sideways, running along the horizontal wreckage. He caught up to Jian as she tried to cross a gap. He didn't attack—instead, he increased her gravity for a split second. Just enough to make her stumble. She snarled and slicked the beam beneath his feet. He slid, caught an edge with bleeding fingers, and dangled. Jian braced for betrayal
But Vikram didn't slide. He waited for a chunk of loose masonry to fall from above, then stole its downward momentum. The rock froze in midair. Vikram, however, rocketed upward at a sickening angle, overtaking Kael in a blur of borrowed speed. As he passed, he grinned. "Thanks for the lift, gravity boy."
They looked at each other. Three athletes. Three broken bodies. Three curses.