Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own the material that I'm writing fan fiction about (collective gasp) Yes, yes, amazing; I know. King Moon Racer is the winged lion in charge of the island of misfit toys.
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His breath now coming in labored gasps, Rudolph dashed through the seemingly endless ice tunnel. He could hear the thud of those great paws far closer, and just as steady as when this morbid race began.
With a final leap King Moon Racer pounced upon his prey. A quick snap of the jaws and one echoing crack is enough.
The radioactivity which caused his famous trait had also slowly broken down or killed many of his cells; in the end Rudolph didn't have a chance.
Survival of the fittest, Bitches.