Korons race against  Mike the Braviary ´s brother Jet.

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Initial Koron! Pidgeot Jet

The green leaf racing circuit. A place filled with the sound of roaring engines, cheering crowds and adrenaline pumped racing action. Where racers not only aim for the first place, but also for the fastest laps time. Circling there rounds on either four or two wheels. But not today.. The tribunes are empty and the race track was empty, except for one single race car, that makes its rounds. A Ferrari 488, featuring the design of a mega.Pidgeot. Along the roof went a pattern, that resembled the proud mane of this strong bird Pokémon, while the big spoiler at back of the car showed the pattern of mega Pidgeots tailfeathers, with red and blue stripes running over it. The doors of the car looked like the wings of this majestic bird Pokémon with feather patterns at the bottom. The lonely Ferrari now goes over to the pit stop lane and the driver of this car sees something odd, and he steps on the breaks to take a closer look on this oddity. The racer left his car and took of his helmet. And so revealed his identity. Jet, the anthropomorphic Pidgeot. Sucessfull racer and brother of Mike and Flynn. He went to the not authorized intruder. A black Buizel, sporting a chauffeur hat. Leans against a blue Peugeot 207:“ Hey! What are you doing here? This is no place for kids!“
The Buizel laid a paw on his hat:“ You must be Jet. Your brother Flynn told me about you. My name is Koron and I want to challenge you to a race.“
Jet made a laugh:“ Haha! You are kidding right? That thing is no match for my race car. And you. Can you even reach the pedals of the big car? Or are mommy and daddy around here?“
That hit a very sensitive spot in Koron and the Buize got angry:“ Grr. Are you to coward to race against me? I will mop the entire race track with you and your car. You ain´t got nothing against me!“
Jet lifts up his gloved hands:“ Woah woah. The kid is acting up. Hehe, but when you are so eager to play with the big guys. Prove it. When you make it to drive a lap on the track. I will accept your challenge.“
Koron opened the door of his car:“ I take two rounds. One to get to know the track and another one to make a fast round.“
The Pidgeot smiled:“ If you can even move the car.“
Koron growled and sits down onto the drivers seat and buckelt up:“ When I´m done with you. You will cry for mommy and daddy!“
He slams in the door and his angry front paw turned the key:“ The roaring of the car was a perfect indicator for Korons mood. The Buizel punches in the first gear and gave the gas pedal an angry push to burn down his anger into the asphalt of the race track. Jet looks after the speeding car:“ heh. This gonna be easy. A total greenhorn with more car power than he can handle on a track he is not used to. So maybe I should take Flynns message serious and don´t underistemate him? Pff as if. I will be done before he even reached the first curve.“
Koron indeed took the first lap slow, so that he can get used to the track and memorize important key points. Of course Jet got the home advantage. But this is exactly what also could be his disadvantage. As Koron remembers the advice of his teacher Linzie. Never get to used to something. Or you will do one and the same mistake over and over without even knowing it. There it was. The final curve before the finish line. A tight hairpin curve that is difficult to pass with high speed. As Koron speeds through the finish lane, he saw Jets car standing at it. Whatever. Forget the second lap. Koron want to race and beat him now! He hammers his footpaw into the break pedal and car stops right next to Jets car. The Pidgeot leaned against his car, with his helmet, with a pattern like his mane running over it, laid onto the roof. He went over to the drivers side of Korons Peugeot and the Buizel rolled down the window:“ I thought you want to drive two rounds?“
The Buizel glared at Jet:“ Screw that! I want you. Now!“
Jet held his hand towards Koron, showing the Buizel three fingers:“ Three laps. Fair race without any bumps or collisions. I got the remote for the starting lights here. When these go out. We will see who is the better driver. Any questions?“
Koron looked forward and clenched his frontpaw around the wheel:“ Just one. But we will clear that after the race. Now let´s go!“
jet made a nod and hasted to his Mega-Pidgeot Ferrari and puts on his helmet. Koron himself adjusted his hat and waited for the starting lights to turn on. Jet checks on his race suit before he sits down into his high powered racing machine. The tenssion rised and Jet activated the starting lights. The black Buizel shifts in the first gear and taps the gas pedal to let the engine uproar... Red lights, green lights and no lights!
The race was on!
Koron and jet pupmped there gas pedals into the floors and there metal monsters roars of.
They came to the first curve. Jet took the curve flawelessly and quickly took over the lead. But Koron stayed close behind him. Trying to find weakspots in Jets driving. The Pidgeot is without a doubt a very skilled and talented driver. However, Koron saw his advantage in Jets need for staying on the optimal driving line. So his driving path was very predictable. The race track itself just offered a few spots to overtake the lead. Koron just has to try something risky when he wants to make his words come true. They were already at the second lap, and the Buizel almost already was like a shadow for Jet. Who saw the Peugeot 207 in his back mirror:“ Incredible how quick he adapted to the track. Whatever. I´m in the lead and I will stay in lead till the end!“
The race continued and already rolled over to the third and final round. The black Buizel grew even more in confidence and made some attempts to pass the Pidgeot. But Jet wouldn´t be the sucessfull racer that he is today if he didn´t knew how to handle someone that tries to pass him. So he quickly denied every attempt of Koron to take the lead. The victory was already in reach for him. And then he will make Koron eat these words that the Buizel spouted before. Hah! Moping the race track? Nope. Jets feathercoat will stay clean for toaday.
But koron wouldn´t be Koron if he wasn´t already working on a risky plan. And this one now unfolds as the two racers approached the last curve. The black Buizel smiled, when he saw the brake lights of Jets car lighting up. Koron didn´t even thought of breaking and instead pulled over and passed Jet:“ Wha!? What is he doing!? He will fly of the track with that speed.“
That would count for a normal racer. But Koron wasn´t a normal racer. He brough his Buizel footpaw into drift position, with the toes on the brakes and the heel on the gas. The toes pushed down the brake and Koron whirled around the wheel, to make the back of the car brake out, but not only a little. The car made an almost 90° turn. The back tires touched the road border, while the car front almost kissed Jets Ferrari. With a precise combination of gas and clutch, Koron got his car back into the forward momentum and left Jet behind. The Pidgeot was not happy that Koron now suddenly is in lead and slaps down his booted foot onto the gas pedal. And the horse emblembed engine went all out. He came in reach to Korons back, but it was already to late. Koron and his Peugeot 207 passed the finish line first.
The Buizel stoped his car and jumped out of it:“ Oh yeah I won! I really won! Take this Jet. Hahaha! Who is the kid now!?“
Jet stopped his car next to Korons and also got out of it. He took of his helmet and his beak, smiled. Koron hoped over to the Pidgeot:“ And how was that?!
„It was a great race! Koron was it right? Your last action came close to a miracle and I respect it, that you beat me. Also, when we started the race. You mentioned that you want to ask me something now.“
Korons face got a more serious look again:“ Yes. You know, when you mentioned my mommy and daddy it hit me pretty hard. Because I was born and raised as an orphan. So I don´t know a thing about my parents and I´m a bit sensitive about this.“
Jet went down to his knees, to make eye contact with the Buizel:“ I didn´t knew that. And I´m verry sorry that I hurt your feelings with it. You know what? You already know me, Flynn and Mike. Maybe you should also meet with our other five brothers. You will see that you and this family connect more than you first thought.“
The Pidgeot took of the glove of his right talon hand and offered Koron a Hand/paw shake.
Koron smiled and laid his front paw into Jets hand:“ Will do. Thank you Jet.“
After the shake, Jet looked at the two standing cars:“ Koron. You may not look like it. But you are a very skilled driver that impressed me. But I will make one thing sure. Next time I will not underestimate you again. Until than, carry that victory with a proud heart.“
Koron crossed his arms:“ Was that an invitation for a rematch? If so I will accept. And jet?“
Jet looked to the black Buizel:“ Yes what is?“
„I know that I still have room for improvement, but I could need help to discover my capabilities. Can you teach me more about track racing?“
The Pidgeot smiled and laid his hand on Korons car:“ Yes. I will do everything I can do make you and your car an even greater duo. You have a track race teacher now.“