"Why does nothing ever go according to plan?" Michael clicked his tongue in displeasure.
Behind him, the approaching roars of the creature deafened the surroundings.
"About a minute until it reaches us." Eliza exclaimed, her head shifted backward, her hair flowing freely in the generated wind.
"How are your spiritual reserves?" Michael asked, his brain racing for a plan.
"Before you found us, we were close to running out of steam." Elina said with a tired voice. "At most, we can unleash one more meteor shower. After that, we'll be completely depleted."
From bad to worse, Michael didn't have the luxury of time.
"Can't you go any faster?" He threw a hopeful glance toward the fox beneath him.
A loud tremor left the exhaust pipe of the motorcycle, the fox clearly offended.
Michael assumed that this was the extent of the fox's response… Until a feminine voice abruptly echoed.
"Perhaps… if I… didn't carry two more of your kind on my back!"
