Jojo had made a great deal of headway in this race, but she still wished to win. Chiyo said previously she couldn't win the way she was, but she was quite sure with the way she was feeling right now it was all possible. So she kept on moving glancing back only to see how the Sky King managed to deal with her supposed wall of flames doing some very strange things. "Sugoi!" she muttered but she kept going, lest he be able to catch up, though she figured he would. There was nothing she could about him directly so she kept up her grinds and turns leaving a massive amount of sparks and embers in in way, by the time he would have caught up with her, another flame wall was exploding to his left, but this one was different. It shot off a mass of embers which she intended to have float close to the young man landing on his gear, though seemingly not very hot, and at the last possible second when he caught up to her, she'd ignite it again. This time aiming to blast directly his person and his gear, her intention to give herself the last bit of break she needed since she knew it was almost impossible to directly out speed this young man.
Chiyo watched all of this as she protected their house with a smile. "Fuck, kid shit got me riled up. Now I'm jealous I don't get to go," she said a pout coming to her face. It was always the case that Chiyo liked to be involved with things like what she was witnessing right now. Even so, beyond her direct line of sight, up in the sky atop a seemingly invisible platform a red haired young woman was watching all that took place. And she found herself in awe of this entire situation. 'What a strange group of kids.' she thought absently. Her black leather covered self wearing not ATs but a simple pair of boots with a falcon flying over head of her seeming to carry that which she'd so recently discarded.