[ Hermes inches his way across on those mud-slick shoes, careful with each placement of his foot. To his credit, he doesn't falter, nor does he fall. But progress is slow, the mud and his own waning strength taking their toll.
Too slow, it turns out. He winds up falling behind Lahabrea…
… But even then, Hermes pushes onward, the spirit of competition refusing to leave him until the bitter end.
Still mud-splattered, he finally finds his feet on solid ground. Then it's just a quick sprint to the finish line, where he'll hear his time and find out whether he or Lahabrea came out on top. ]
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Too slow, it turns out. He winds up falling behind Lahabrea…
… But even then, Hermes pushes onward, the spirit of competition refusing to leave him until the bitter end.
Still mud-splattered, he finally finds his feet on solid ground. Then it's just a quick sprint to the finish line, where he'll hear his time and find out whether he or Lahabrea came out on top. ]