As he stood there, drowning in his own worry, he heard it. The gunshot that signaled the beginning of the event. As everyone began running, Jove joined in. He did not start at his max speed, which honestly would probably have been the smart thing to do. He could have easily sprinted the whole track, getting to the end in but a few minutes, but he felt like that had an equal chance to backfire. After all, there was always the possibility that the bulls would be smarter than he assumed, or simply more agile. Better, perhaps, to save onto the energy that one might need unexpectedly.
As the group made it a few meters from the starting line, a second gunshot rang out. His eyes widened as he heard the echoes of gates being opened, and the sound of hooves on cobblestone. Looking back, he immediately spotted the crowd of death cows charging at them. His eyes widened behind his sunglasses, and as he looked ahead, Jove sped up his pace. He was not going to become his childhood trauma. He was a Rune Knight, an S rank mage, and the literal host of the Sin of Pride Lucifer. He would not be killed here, or today.
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