Really? Sora's reaction had Riku unimpressed. In a game of chicken, Sora was unlikely to fair well. Sure it meant that Sora could move faster, but it would take a lot of force to drive back the heavier Riku and the forty pounds of metal he was driving forward. Sora wasn't that stupid. ...Right? Riku kept an eye out, trying to figure out where his opponent would duck to as he came through.

Still, Riku had his doubts. If they did collide and the rack fell on top of him, he might be back to square one in regards to his still-healing rib. And then he'd be out of the game. Then again, he knew he shouldn't be playing like this anyway, but he'd been tired of taking it easy. He made his decision already and kept at it, working his legs and shoulders to push the rack even harder, firing as he went.