[b]As he moved, the distant sound of tires began to pick up, distant rumbles of engines moving as gunfire began to ring out. Something had just engaged in combat... Maybe different warriors come to spar... But it seemed unlikely... But it was distant enough to not be a threat... Whatever it was, it was moving trough the forest...[/b] // [b]Creed's thrusters let him run close to 90 KMH, faster than an automobile, slamming into trees, causing them to crack... He had always been a steamrolling jackass, but not even plants were safe from him... Or Ian for that matter.[/b] [b]A single glint and boom! Creed dashed past, only to grind to halt, breaking a large redwood tree in half as his head cover collided with the bark.[/b] [u]"Hey... It's the last one..."[/u] [i]"Fūcking hell, fate it a satirical bitch."[/i] [b]Imogen swiveled on his axis and turned towards Ian, skid marks left where he had dug in, his legs red and searing from the speed and fuel that had spewed from three openings on each mechanical shutter that pointed from the back of his long limbs.[/b] [i]"Salem is going to be pleased..."[/i] [u]"Do keep him in one piece."[/u]