Mountains, rivers, and the city's outline all became streaks of color rushing past. The beast was not running to escape this time, but to show his mastery. He circled the city in a large radius, each lap completed in the blink of an eye.
One lap. Two laps. Three.
By the time they had completed ten, only a few seconds had passed. The riders barely felt the ground touch beneath them, so smooth was the movement. Yet to the people of the city, the sight was something else entirely.
From the streets, what they saw was a red and blue streak whipping around their walls.
Windstorms rose in its wake, the speed carving a vortex that spun like a tornado. Dust, leaves, and loose cloth were pulled into the air, the whirlwind sending cries of alarm throughout the city.
