He checked the leaderboards again; Arthur Rogers - 0:11.24 William Rogers - 0:11.26 William Rogers - 0:11.28 William Rogers - 0:11.31 Willian Rogers - 0.11.34 "[b]There isn't another name for 30 ranks down that list you know?[/b]" "And it'll stay that way." "[b]People want you to set the new record[/b]" "And why should I care what people want?" He reset the exercise. "[b]Why shouldn't you?[/b]" The targets spun up, painted crosshairs on their heads. "[b]He had a good run, mate.[/b]" The clock counted down, 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . "[b]Records are made to be broken[/b]" One. In a flurry of singular moments, he centered the guns on each of the crosshairs. 25, 24, 23, 22 One second 21, 20, 19 Two seconds 18, 17, 16, Three seconds 15, 14, 13, 12 Four seconds 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, Eight seconds 4, 3, 2, Ten seconds. "[b]Legends fall[/b]" 1. He checked the leaderboards again. Arthur Rogers - 0:11.24 William Rogers - 0:11.25 William Rogers - 0:11.26 "[b]And when Emilia comes of age, what then?[/b]" And the sirens wailed. ~~~ "So what are the leader boards at?" The old smith requested. The old man looked the survivor dead in eye. He could see through that faceless mask. "[b]5th: William Rogers - 0:11.28 4th: William Rogers - 0:11.26 3rd: William Rogers - 0:11.25 2nd: Arthur Rogers - 0:11.24 1st: Emilia Rogers - 0:10.98[/b] There was a brief pause between the two men, broken only by the whispering of the wind. "And it'll stay that way."