Blood on the Asphalt biker
He looked at the massive, severed upper half of the Prime Forge we had destroyed, and then at the colossal, dead chassis of the Avatar of Sol lying in the mud.
The Speedrun King’s eyes lit up with a terrifying, impossible idea.
"We don't have a bomb, Ghost," Dax said, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his scarred face. "But we have a ton of spare parts. And you're the best mechanic in the world."