It was no surprise he won the race. A hand, maybe two or three.
His legs ached, he felt the need to puke and collapse, but he got closer. He could not smell her, because of his nose just smelling the crusty blood on his face.
But there was not only red in his face. Blood dripping on the ground. Blaine slowed down drastically as he felt the increasing pain in his calf.
He screamed and ignored the pain coming from the calf and gave all his power to continue to keep track of her, even in a much slower pace.
The black figure would have caught the green colour if it wasn't for the red.
((He was so close.))