"And the two chasers make their move! They catch up and flank him on both sides, bleeding the speed they gained from his slipstream! They are now barreling three-wide towards the corner leading to the triple hairpin! Who will be braver? Will it be Fatih, as always? Will it be Selçuk, the aggressive one? Or will it be Jackson, last year's title defender?!" Süleyman's voice was a raw shout as the three karts hurtled towards T5.
On track, Fatih looked preternaturally calm. Selçuk's gaze was locked on Fatih, his posture radiating aggression. Jackson, ever the calculator, was constantly flicking his eyes between the other two and the rapidly approaching braking zone. As they neared the limit, each driver had to consider the actions of the other two. Be brave and risk taking yourself and someone else out of the race? Or be cautious, risk losing a position, but have the assurance that you will still remain in the race and salvage points, unlike having none if you are taken out.
