Desert ice. The mirage of mystique frozen water a deadly trail of slick mingle razor edge glass field. Baked sand for neon’s growing a deadly lake o... slicing doom. Horse the color of a red rimmed cloud glided and stepped nervously across the slick trail. Each step a well balanced move. Rajar slouched in his sitting, wishing for victory while staring at defeat. The distance between the leader and Rajar was growing. The leader not caring his horses fate, lashing for expedence. Thrashing for. Despite the fact that they had been best friends since they were little girls, they were very different. Sam was short, pretty, had dark hair and café au lait colored skin befitting her Caribbean ancestry, and breasts large enough to occasionally get in her way on the field. Where M.J. was reserved and intense, Sam was bubbly and appeared carefree, although she worked hard to try to keep up with her best friend, and was a natural leader. In 10th grade, there were rumors that M.J. and Sam were. Until the next day when it turned out they were dormant and only partially resembled his dad's "Warlord" powers, and had remained so ever since his 16th birthday. He'd been gone ever since.Victor usually fumed that super powers were unfair as hell. No matter how you looked beforehand, if they 'awoke', the most greasy nerd becomes a solid 9 or 10 traffic-jam-cause in less than a month.Victor's childhood friend Marco was Cookie King's kid (Cookie King, for Christ's sake. Guy was a E-rate villain. She had no jewellery.This dress was not unusually short; it finished just above her knees. But the lines followed her figure and ended in a short frill or flounce which flared out to make the look quite special.She was wearing a medium high heels on delicate black pumps with no strap to bind them to her feet.Her legs seemed quite long and there was no plumpness detected either above or below her waist.She walked straight and erect, with no delicate mincing; but determined with a stride that.