He looked at him for a moment. He had two more horseshoes. Flam took a deep breath, and with a glow of accuracy and a stroke of luck, the horseshoe clanged on the stake, ringing around it as the metal grinded up against the horseshoe. It touched the ground. Flam just ringed the horseshoe. "Ha HA! he boasted "i bet i am going to win now!"
"What!?" Cynbel watched it hit, but he still couldn't believe it. Flam was winning... "I'll show you." Taking GlowStick's advice from earlier into practice, he'd scoop the horeshoe back into his hooves and prepared for another toss. He took his time, as he should have earlier, and lined up the shot in his mind. He felt the spotlight shining on him, the roar of the imaginary (and mostly distracted) crowd was cheering his name! One deep breath would seal his fate in this accursed game.
He missed.
