Lorenzo Remei
His super attack clashed with a barrier, and even with all his power put behind it he couldn't break it easily. Knocked back and landing on the ground, he staggered and felt his own flames flicker. He nearly fell over his knee, but managed to keep uptight and stared at Joe.
"Idiot. A real man... never dies."
Crap, his whole body felt like it was flooded in pain, his spirit had been overworked from the start. At this rate, he wouldn't finish this race, but he couldn't stop. He was so close, even if letting him win was part of the plan, it didn't mean it was a reason not to give his all. His feet sank in the ground, and his nearly dying flames cracked once more, as large as before but ten times more vibrant.
With a single stomp, he made his final charge to catch up using the remainder of his magic energy, managing to catch up but slowing down due to exertion to the point the two were now equal. No, he'd definitely lose, even if he won. But he didn't give a crap, because in his mind losing to a winner was no different than being a winner, not that he intended on losing.
"I won't lose.... to anyone... never. Giving up now... THAT WOULDN'T BE MANLY AT ALL, WOULD IT!?" He cried out, weaker words than usual yet fiercer than ever. They were the words of a man who'd give everything he'd got, even in such a race, even if it meant extinguishing his own flame.
Because he, Lorenzo Remei, had a dream!