"Uh, is that what I think it is?" Brad asked, staring toward the volcano as another red line crawled across its face and a plume of black smoke thickened above the crater.
Grey clicked his tongue and twisted the throttle harder. "Don't start twerking for them now, it's just a little volcano eruption. What, you can't hack it?"
"Fuck you, bitch," Brad said, sounding half outraged and half like he was about to cry.
"I told you this was gonna get messy."
"Yeah, but I can't throw my hammer at a volcano and hope for the best, now can I? Do you actually have a way to deal with this?"
Grey only grinned wider and pulled back on the handlebars, sending the Dark Kin Cycle into a wheelie as ash sprayed behind them in a long black trail.
"Hey, princess," Grey called toward Amara while the front wheel remained suspended in the air, "you're gonna want to go full phase unless you feel like finding out what terminal velocity feels like."
