"You wanna see this baby in action? Yeah, baby, yeah!" He yelled as he reved up the engine. The bike jumped forward like a hungry wolf trying to break free of its constraints.
The engine roared, the tyres screached and howled along the tarmac, but still, the man stood silent and still in the centre of the road. He had appeared out of nowhere, with strange armour, and an even stranger sword. Japanese or something. What would we know anyway, we're just a bunch of bikers, it's not like any of us attend classes or anything.
He just stood there, sword in front of him, as Mike drove his bike full pekt along the road towards him. What in Hell? Everyone around here knows fine well not to mess with Mike and his bike, those two were mean, they rule this area. Mike's the leader of our gang. But that guy still stood there, obviously had no idea who he was messing with.
Mike missed him by inches, carried on down the road and skidded round, halting briefly to stare menacingly at the guy who had now turned to face him head on. And off they went again, straight for him. Someone messes with Mike's girl, they mess with Mike. And he's no pushover. I should know. I'm his girl, at least for now.
As the tyres came up to the strange man once more, he made a move, bringing his sword up in a wide arc, straight through the metal of 'The Crusher', Mike's bike. The engine spluttered out, and The Crusher slid off into the side of the road, sending Mike sprawling accross the tarmac.
((Might do some more later, don't know, it's pretty rubbish as it is...))
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This is for me to write anything I want in. I'm going to post some writing I have done and write in more when I feel like it. You don't have to read it, but you might find something of intrest. Just one thing: DON'T STEAL!
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