Carl
Not A Llama...
The minion who went to see if Slate was alright was violently punched away as Slate recovered and stood up.
" Why did you let her get away ? After her! NOW! "
The thugs slid over the asphalt like their lives depended on it with Slate on their heels, still a bit painful in the crotch he was unable to maintain high speed yet. Luckily the Black Cybords were relatively skilled riders and were able to nearly keep up with Kumiko's speed.
After a while of skating through roads and around corners Slate recovered from his painful encounter and started to raise his speed bit by bit.
' I'm not letting you get away alive! ' He thought with a furious look on his face.
" Why did you let her get away ? After her! NOW! "
The thugs slid over the asphalt like their lives depended on it with Slate on their heels, still a bit painful in the crotch he was unable to maintain high speed yet. Luckily the Black Cybords were relatively skilled riders and were able to nearly keep up with Kumiko's speed.
After a while of skating through roads and around corners Slate recovered from his painful encounter and started to raise his speed bit by bit.
' I'm not letting you get away alive! ' He thought with a furious look on his face.