Despite the acceleration, the pressure, and the wind stinging his eyes, Martin reacted instantly to the blue strip at the end of the tunnel. Still gripping the rim, he hauled himself out of the cart and threw himself sideways.
He hit the wall. The impact rocked his vision for a few seconds. He landed on a narrow maintenance ledge beside the track, fingers clawing for balance.
[-71 HP]
He didn't feel pain, but the HP drop told him enough. Thankfully, he wasn't stunned or under any other crowd control.
Meanwhile, his teammates braced for what was coming. With the cart's cramped space and brutal speed, none of them could even think about bailing out the way Martin had. Not only had he anchored himself at the front, but he could also balance his weight more easily with the others behind him.
