strength. The pressure was enormous and lifted Sebulba's pod into the air, causing him to crash on a nearby patch of soft sand; a lucky way to exit the race for someone as horrible as Sebulba.

"Poodu," the Dug muttered sourly in his now severely damaged pod, his starchy arms crossed in front of his skinny, alien chest.

As Anakin looked back behind him in surprise at Sebulba pouting in the sand, a wide smile broke out on his face.

He had won.

Anakin Skywalker had won.

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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry to keep you all waiting. I'm been attempting to avoid this chapter for a really long time now, but I finally sucked it up and finished it. Next chapter will be more enjoyable to write, I think, or hope, that is. Action isn't really my thing when it comes to this sort of action, and I felt rushed through the entire thing, so sorry if it's not the best.

For today's fun fact: I was actually reading Fahrenheit 451 when I started to brainstorm this story. Clarisse is one of the main characters, and I quickly fell in love with her as a person. I chose the name Clarissé with an accent at the end for fun. And that's pretty much it, see you guys next time, hopefully like next Tuesday or Wednesday. See you later!

Also, I completely forgot, but happy April Fools Day! I'm not gonna trick you guys or anything because I can't really come up with anything. It's also the One Month Anniversary of this book, so that's also exciting! I can't believe it's only been a month. It feels like its been eternity. Time really flies by, apparently. Anyways, goodbye!

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