Blood on the Asphalt biker
"A mile-long jump?" I stared at Dax, my voice cracking over the roar of the idling convoy. "Dax, the laws of physics just filed a restraining order against you. Even if I could pull the sub-ether up from that river and solidify it, the structural integrity required to hold the weight of fifty heavy scav-crawlers and a thousand motorcycles is mathematically impossible."
"Then we don't do the math, Ghost," Dax said, stepping closer to the edge of the abyss. The purple light from the raging river a mile below reflected in his amber eyes. "We do the impossible. We've been doing it since the night we met."