When Anjing Zhen suddenly came to an understanding because of Agnes Tachyon's words, Agnes Tachyon herself seemed to realize at the same moment that she had just lost her composure.
Her expression changed instantly. The fanatical look she had openly displayed quickly receded, returning to that somewhat casual demeanor.
Her gaze followed Kitasan Black's figure, her eyes gleaming with thought and inquiry, as though the entire racetrack had become a massive testing ground for her research into the limits of Horse Girls' speed.
A moment later, the corners of her lips lifted slightly. She nodded with interest and murmured softly:
"Oh? Switching to a Great Escape as a response to this situation?
"It seems... to be exactly the right answer for the current circumstances."
As Agnes Tachyon spoke, Anjing Zhen, whose eyes had never left the track, suddenly brightened.
In his eyes, Kitasan Black on the track seemed to have suddenly received some invisible command. Her body, which had maintained a balanced rhythm until then, abruptly changed.
In that instant, she seemed to transform from a falcon gliding gracefully through the air into a bird of prey diving for its kill.
Her back suddenly tightened like a fully drawn bowstring. Her arms began swinging sharply faster, her elbows slicing back and forth past her waist like blades. Her Center of Gravity visibly dropped, the bend in her knees deepened abruptly, and every push from her legs seemed as though it would rip the turf out by the roots as she sprang explosively against the ground.
The blades of grass beneath her feet were no longer merely flattened—they were swept up by the high-speed airflow into a green mist.
"Th-—she reacted?"
The words slipped out in surprise. Anjing Zhen then shook his head with a laugh.
"But—this is how it should