Blood on the Asphalt biker
Tank used his massive logging chain to clothesline a low-flying interceptor, the sub-ether friction cleanly slicing the jet's starboard wing completely off.
Jax, laughing like a madman over the open frequency, actually landed his heavy chopper on the fuselage of a passing fighter. He rode the jet for three seconds, buried his gear-axe in the main engine turbine, and backflipped his motorcycle off the dying aircraft right back into the slipstream.
"Internal batteries are hot!" Captain Reyes announced from the lower decks.
The heavy, retrofitted plasma cannons of Neo-Angeles finally opened up. Massive, golden beams of Founder plasma lanced outward from the city, creating a deadly crossfire tha