[Tartaglia absolutely delights in the fact that Yoimiya joins in on the "fighting talk" here, having loads of fun and looking over towards the other couple just to see the look on their faces. He can see the fire brewing in Cloud's eyes, but then he also sees Ayaka clutching him closely, eyes squeezed shut, almost as if this were a little terrifying for her. Never in a million years would he think that the Shirasagi Himegimi would be afraid of a little foot race. Maybe Cloud senses it too, maybe that's why his rival here doesn't put his all into this. But there's no changing the situation now, so Tartaglia continues to lay on the speed in his stride as they round the last corner to the finish line where his sword lies still sunk into the ground.]
Let's see you catch up then!
[He calls back, unrelenting in his determination to win, gripping onto Yoimiya a little more tightly to let her know this is it, where he leaves it all on the racetrack.]
Hang on, because here we go-!
[This is where he shines the brightest and he knows it, when it's down to the wire, leaning into it and pushing forward with all of his might. As the wind brushes past them, all he focuses on and can see is the finish line, legs coiling and releasing with all the speed he can muster until he crosses it, a bright smile on his face now that it's over.]
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Let's see you catch up then!
[He calls back, unrelenting in his determination to win, gripping onto Yoimiya a little more tightly to let her know this is it, where he leaves it all on the racetrack.]
Hang on, because here we go-!
[This is where he shines the brightest and he knows it, when it's down to the wire, leaning into it and pushing forward with all of his might. As the wind brushes past them, all he focuses on and can see is the finish line, legs coiling and releasing with all the speed he can muster until he crosses it, a bright smile on his face now that it's over.]