The hoverbike shot forward, weaving through the ruins as Frode expertly evaded the onslaught of enemy fire. The Gormorkers were close, their shadows stretching out like malevolent fingers reaching for them. The city's skyline grew larger, the beacon of hope pulsing with the rhythm of their racing hearts.
"Hold on!" Frode shouted over the sounds of the engines as the hoverbike jolted, narrowly avoiding a stray energy beam that sizzled past. Kai clenched his teeth, the sting of his wound forgotten in the face of their escape. The wind tore at their clothes, carrying with it the fresh scent of burning metal and the distant wail of the city's early warning sirens.
The Gormorker's pursuit grew more fervent, their hoverbikes closing the gap. Frode's eyes remained glued to the display, his hands a blur as he dodged debris and incoming fire. "They've called for backup," he said grimly. "We've got to lose them before we hit the city limits."
