Being in the first position, Red knew well he had the most to lose of anyone left in the race; his barrier was holding, and no attacks seemed to be aimed his way... at least, not yet. Though it did look like there was some trouble coming up from behind him.

No matter. He'd flown clean so far; no point trying to suddenly turn heel now. He'd dedicate this stretch to trying to evade the other racers and hope for the best...