Blood on the Asphalt biker
It was a synchronized, perfectly executed wave of violence.
Tank and Jax drove their massive rigs directly at the left flank. As the Oni swung its colossal kanabō club, Tank absorbed the glancing blow with his scavenged Prime Forge armor, the impact nearly flipping his trike. But the distraction gave Jax the opening he needed. The Revers President vaulted off Tank's hood, swinging his phased gear-axe cleanly through the thick, glowing tether attached to the beast's heel.
The Oni-Brute instantly froze, its power severed, before collapsing under its own massive weight.