He felt it before he heard it, rumbling beneath his feet and making his back teeth vibrate. His palms were slick with sweat and when he tried to call to Rob his throat constricted around the words. Instead he caught his friend’s eye and as the rush of noise started to close in he could make out the shape of one word.
Chicken.
He took a deep, icy gulp from the wintery air and readied himself, his breath puffing back out in a misty cloud. He saw the flash of colour and rose on the balls of his feet.
Go!
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