The thought that Snow's bike was made up of two blue-skinned lesbian chicks briefly crossed Zephyr's mind. If this were any other situation, he probably would have made some smart comment about it and called the instructor a kinky bastard for owning something like that, but he was a bit too busy dreading the moment that the bike caught up to them to think of much else.

Despite Kiden's best efforts--which were pretty damn good, all things considered--it didn't look like they were going to be escaping. The ice road was rapidly closing off all their avenues of escape, and unfortunately, Snow's other bike seemed to have no problems scaling the frozen path leading straight toward them.

As the bike hurtled ever closer, Zephyr glanced down, wondering what his chances of surviving a fall from this height were. Sure, he'd done something similar once before, but Zenith wasn't here to save his ass this time around.