Haruka's nearly bucked off Heatran's head; she holds on tight, though, and as she makes her first attempt forward Reuniclus gives her a psychic push from behind. How about that. That Pokémon may have been trained for nothing but battle, but it knows how to work in a group. She may have to start spending more time with it.

Right now, though, her world has narrowed to nothing but the distance between herself and her goal. Indentations, that guy had said - there! Haruka holds her breath and hauls herself towards the finish line, timing her motions to the rhythm of Heatran's bucking. There's no Rhyhorn she can't ride. What's this but just a very large Rhyhorn on fire....?

She doesn't take the stone out of the pouch until the last moment, slamming it more than placing it into the indicated space with a grim smile. If it turns out Max was tricking them, racing a god isn't that bad a way to go.