I don't own Dragon Booster.
R&R!!!
It was a super intense three person race at the Mid City All City track. A speedy female red Magma-class dragon tore past an intelligent female black Psi-class and a very snobbish male red-and-blue dragon. Moordryd clenched his teeth in frustration and activated white rappel gear. The clawed grip latched onto Wyldfyr's white spiked tail and, much to Kitt and Wyldfyr's surprise, slowed them down considerably. Soon, all three racers and dragons were dead even, neck-to-neck as they began to weave around various objects surrounding them. Eluding the objects, they were still neck-to-neck as they entered a long and dark tunnel. Entering the bright lights of the track, none of the dragons were able to breakaway from the other two dragons and their riders as they began to spar with mag-staffs. Suddenly, an enormous and extremely heavy dumpster rolled onto the track and slammed Kitt, Moordryd, and Artha into the opposing wall.
Weakly, Kitt clawed her way out from under the dumpster and dragged herself to the two unconscious and motionless teenage crew leaders. Shaking Moordryd's shoulder, she croaked, "Moordryd? Are you okay?" Receiving no response of any kind, she crawled to Artha, shook his shoulder, and once again croaked, " Artha? Are you okay"
Finally paramedics rushed onto the track and lifted the two unconscious teens onto stretchers. As she was begin to get lifted onto a stretcher, Kitt's green eyes snapped wide open. "Are they okay?! Will they be okay?! Are they okay?! What's happened to them?! Are they going to be okay?!" she screamed hysterically.
"Miss. You have to keep relaxed and calm. They'll be okay." The paramedic reassured her as she put the teens in the ambulance and shut the door.
Oh. Not good! They're all going to the hospital! Moordryd is injured! And Kitt is a bit! Artha doesn't really matter cause I don't like him.
R&R!!