Rifle fire could be heard from the top of the truck, Alex raining down steel at one of the remaining two vehicles. He inhaled and held his breath as he squeezed the trigger twice more, emptying his clip. He had hit one in the chest, killing him immediately, while shooting another in the shoulder. He wanted to finish the job quickly, yet the car was moving more erratically, making it hard for him to pin them down. He heard the sounds of an empty rifle as he began cursing, making his way down the ladder. He noticed somewhere standing there with a laptop, no doubt Wiggy, as he blasted past her. He rushed towards the garage and grinned, seeing the beast of a motorcycle that was his own. The two larger cars that would be used for racing where stored above him, securely clamped vast in steel hooks. The motorcycle would simply have to do. He slammed his fist against the button that led to the large metal plate at the end of the truck. Slowly it was being lowered, something that was ill advised when currently driving.<br/><br/>“Oy!” He barked loudly, before remembering that he had a small com system in his ear. He readjusted the thing and linked it up with the cockpit. “Joy, you there?” He said, waiting for an answer. He grabbed the one of the melee weapons that was hanging from a shelve; a large sword that was thicker than normal. It was mostly used for puncturing tires during a race or impalement. The sides were sharpened, yet lacked the finesse of an actual thinner sword. Not knowing if his message was getting through, he spoke again while taking his place on top of the motorcycle. “Joy! I am going to do a hopper. I’ll take the little shit on your left. Fuck the other up on the right.” With that he flicked his wrist and brought something demonic alive. He leaned forwards and stopped being himself.<br/><br/>Tire and steel were connecting, creating god awful sounds before it simply stopped, signalling that Alex had launched himself from the half raised back plate and was currently airborne. He landed on his back wheel and steadied himself on the bike, adjusting to the change in speed and friction. A second or so later he was sliding to a halt and speeding back towards the truck, going straight for the car on the left. He hoped everything would go smoothly, not really looking forward to Joy accidently swinging the truck to the left. He pulled the blade free from its scabbard and blasted forwards, the tip pointing forwards like a Lance on a cavalry man. He had enough horsepower on the steel creature he was riding to be the equivalent to a large cavalry strike, nearly a whole banner. He evaded from left to right as he dodged some bullets here and there, one actually brushing past his ear, causing some discomfort in hearing.<br/><br/>He grinned as he twisted his shoulder and forced it forwards, slamming the tip of his sword in the side of the vehicle, cutting through fuel lines, electronics and other vital things.<br/>