The chase was a blur of screeching tires and glowing brake discs. Darius was fast, but he was arrogant. On the final descent, as the road narrowed to a sliver of pavement between the mountain and the sky, the driver saw his opening. He didn't just follow; he hunted. He dove inside on a hair-pin turn, his door inches from Darius’s fender, and held the lead as the finish line roared toward them.