Mial races in his silver-and-brown homemade custom scoot, the latest of several. It is so shiny and so fast.

He's not being a shren that obnoxiously; you wouldn't know unless you'd already heard of him. Of course, plenty of people have heard of him. He has fans.

For some reason, though, none of the other people cheering him on are dragons.



He wins. It takes some seriously fancy flying, but he edges ahead of his closest competitor.