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Demor quickly found himself dealing with traps and obstacles that not many others in the race were even aware of yet. The random pitfalls, the additional walls of near perfectly invisible matter, and then the challenge of finding the checkpoint gates within a swirling city? All of it was insane, but for whatever reason, either due to his own pure speed or dumb luck, Demor was progressing very well. He didn't know where exactly on the leader-board he was, but based on the fact that he couldn't sense anyone nearby him, he guessed somewhere near the top.

It was as he made his final approach to the gate leading to the Jungle Zone that one of the random laser blasts managed to catch up to him, making him stumble through the gate, skidding to a halt. Once through, the feeling of imminent doom consumed him, and before the giant worm that proved to be the source of that feeling could actually consume him, he moved out of the way, and with a Teravolt Claw, kicked the worm away before darting off the side of the cliff, launching himself a good couple hundred feet in what he thought might be the right direction before beginning to fall.

Using his tail to guide his trajectory, and his Magic to coat his body in Lightning so as to not be snatched up by the trees that seemed to be trying to eat him, Demor landed safely, and took off again, albeit much slower than before due to the unfamiliar landscape and area around him. Slow enough for normal cameras to finally be able to see him, if there were any around for the audience to watch from.

'So far so good.' he thought as he raced through the jungle. If he kept up this speed, he should be out of the jungle in no time, he reasoned. Using his senses, he reached, and found a small influx of magic power, which if anything was the same from the last zone, meant he was going in the right direction. Turning towards it, he burst through the trees and landed, skidding to a halt through the checkpoint gate, and in the middle of an Orc Camp.

There was an awkward pause as the Orcs all stopped what they were doing to stare at the intruder, and then all madness broke loose as they all simultaneously attacked. Most of them were easy to deal with - Demor didn't even have to use his magic. Hand-To-Hand combat was good enough. That being said, however, this was their home, and they were used to the Terrain, Demor wasn't. Using his tail, though, he was able to maintain balance in situations where anyone else would have fallen, sometimes even using his tail as a third leg to stop his falling and then using his momentum to continue the fight. Despite winning against most of the Orcs, Demor was being pushed back.

Then it went Dark.

Dark, hot, and slimy. Demor had been eaten!? A carnivorous plant had ensnared the Male Drachini in its jaws, and was already beginning to digest him! Not taking the time to think, Demor his first gut reaction and thrashed around, only speeding up the digestion, his skin beginning to blister in some spots while his tail was fine, the acid unable to hurt his scales just yet. After taking a moment, he coated himself in Lightning, and let out a mighty battle cry before thrashing around once more, and quite literally tearing his way out of the belly of the plant, steaming as the stomach acid evaporated within his Lightning Cloak.

With a mock salute and a smirk, he left the Orc camp in a flash of lightning, and kept running. The rest of the race wasn't going to win itself!