Blood on the Asphalt biker
They were trying to pry open the main cargo hatch.
"Tank, Reaper! Clear the hull!" Dax roared. "Mia, Sienna, with me! We take the ground!"
We flew off the ridge, launching our bikes into the air.
"Phase-Shift!" Dax yelled.
We hit the switches. The familiar, iridescent blue of the sub-ether washed over us. But this time, it wasn't unstable. It was perfect.
We landed in the center of the pack.
The beasts turned, snarling, their crystalline teeth glowing. A massive Alpha beast, easily ten feet at the shoulder, lunged at Dax.