http://easilytriggered.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] easilytriggered.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] concoursec 2011-07-21 06:39 pm (UTC)

"What!? He has a flying bike!?"

Zephyr turned to look over his shoulder, and his stunned expression only grew more so as he saw the roads of ice growing around them. He did perhaps notice the drop in the temperature on a subconscious level, but as that was currently the least of his worries, none of it registered in his thoughts.

Because right now, they were preoccupied with grenades. Those worked on ice roads--they had to!

It registered somewhere in the back of his mind that causing explosions in hopes of getting out of trouble would only make it worse in the end, but then again, rational problem solving had never really been his strong point. Adding on to the fact that he was not carrying any explosives on his person at the moment, he settled on just looking over his shoulder every few seconds as they attempted to outfly this mysterious bike that was apparently coming for them.

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