And so, the checkpoint location degraded into a biker arena for the seasoned mechanic to display his skills on the motorbike, taking advantage of the terrain and its hills, sporadically spread trees, sandy grounds, and anything else in sight.
Though amazed, time was ticking and about three hours later, Aza'zel departed from the checkpoint while his mind continued to review the biker skills displayed by the seasoned mechanic, fighting his urge to try them out as he sped off to the distance.
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"Black clouds of exhaust smoke and the roaring of a worn-out motorbike… Also, it's approaching our camp, pretty fast too."
Hiding beneath a host of light rocks with his eyes peering through the cracks, a middle-aged man, lanky as he was, murmured to himself while slowly slithering back, careful to not make too much noise.
