Blood on the Asphalt biker
As they closed within fifty yards of the beast's massive, glowing maw, she hurled both blades.
The iridescent blue knives bypassed the shifting gravity-shielding entirely, burying themselves deep into the primary targeting sensors clustered at the roof of the Leviathan’s mouth.
The beast shrieked a deafening, mechanical whale song of pure static. The acoustic batteries misfired, sending a concussive wave straight up into the storm clouds instead of at the charging bikers.
"Punch it!" Dax yelled.
The Vanguard didn't slow down. They rode their heavy choppers directly up the sloping, barnacle-encrusted lower jaw of the Leviathan and launched themselves straight into the glowing green cavern of
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