The G-force threw them back into their seats as the Sand Shark surged forward, tires screaming for grip on the asphalt. Instantly, the arena transformed into a warzone. To their left, a rival racer opened fire with a rear-mounted vulcan fury. Bullets pinged off the Sand Shark’s armored plating.
"I'm on it, I'm on it!" Daxter slammed his hand down on the Red Eco turbo boost.
A homing missile streak launched from the roof of the car, leaving a trail of dark smoke. It slammed directly into the rear bumper of the lead car, sending it flipping through the air in a spectacular ball of fire and metal. Jak sped right through the explosion, the flames reflecting off his goggles. 🏆 The Finish Line Jak X Combat Racing
Jak gripped the steering wheel of his Sand Shark, his knuckles white against the worn leather. Beside him, Daxter was frantically checking his seatbelt—or what passed for one in a modified racing rig.
"Oh, now it's my turn," Daxter cackled, his fear instantly replaced by manic glee. He mashed the firing button. The G-force threw them back into their seats
"They're shooting at us! They're definitely shooting at us!" Daxter screeched, clinging to Jak's shoulder.
Daxter reached out of the cockpit, snagging a glowing purple orb floating just above the track. The weapon systems online indicator on the dashboard flashed a violent violet. Bullets pinged off the Sand Shark’s armored plating
Jak didn't look away from the starting lights. "Because Krew is dead, Dax. And his last will and testament poisoned us. We win the championship, or we don't get the antidote." 🔥 The Green Light