With quick movements, Cynrik disengaged the autopilot system, pushed the throttle to full speed, and pulled back on the steering column, forcing the hover-van's engines to whine as it banked hard skyward, forcing everyone into their seats.
[[TOBS, METAL COVER OF THE HALO THEME!]] Feeling his body sink deeper into the plush seat as the vehicle climbed rapidly and sharply into the air, Cynrik did the first thing that came to mind and demanded some background music.
-Now Playing "Halo Theme [Intense Symphonic Metal Cover] by FalKKonE.-
A confident smile crept onto Cynrik's lips as he heard the familiar chanting chorus of the song. Taking a slow deep breath as the pressure on his body began rising to the 5g mark and beyond, he focused solely on the music and closed his eyes while imagining the parabolic arc he wanted to take.
Counting down in his head and tapping his foot along with the chant, the instant the drums kicked in, Cynrik's eyes snapped open, and a glimmer of light flickered through his iris as he activated [Mana Sight].
In the seat behind Cynrik's, Selene's body tensed hard enough to be considered a flinch, not from the increased g's she was subjected to, thanks to the intense angle Cynrik had banked the Hover-Van, but instead because her boyfriend had triggered a loud song in her mind.
She had always found it odd that he had this little quirk, and when Selene finally worked up the courage to ask Brance about it, the answer she got was both surprising and not at the same time.
He explained that although it may seem weird to anyone else, for Cynrik, whose mind was a constant storm of insane and unstoppable thoughts, the "Background Music" allowed him to focus on a single thing. Thus, whenever they were in a precarious situation, Cynrik would request a song.
This memory flashed through Selene's mind but was soon pushed away as her training kicked in, causing her to take short sharp breaths to combat the g-force pressing her into her seat, which had now crossed passed 7gs and was steadily climbing along with the vehicle.
Behind her, Brance had activated his [Mana Sight], and his eyes kept flicking to the side mirrors as he watched the traffic jam they were previously in disappear, revealing not eight but ten black SUVs making chase.
"KssT, Breaking Ksst in ten!." Cynrik stated, sucking in sharp breaths as he spoke. Gripping the u-shape steering wheel with his left hand hard enough that he was sure to have left finger-shaped dents in the rubbery material, he checked the rear-view mirror. He felt proud that every one of the members of MyrkLys was using the proper breathing technique he had taught them.
However, his eyes narrowed when he saw that Rimsfel and Kurza were out cold and pale-faced due to experiencing G-force beyond their limit. As Cynrik recognized the symptoms in both of them, a curious thought popped into his head. That thought was the apparent difference between the gravitation pressure applied by Killing Intent and the G-force exerted by high speeds.
Unfortunately, he couldn't focus on the thought due to his current predicament. It was soon lost to the storm of random thoughts in his mind as he subconsciously hit ten on his mental countdown.
"Ksst BRACE!" When Cynrik uttered those words, he pulled the wheel to the left, executed an inverted roll maneuver, and pushed the steering column in slightly, turning the steep climb into a large arc. With the belly of the vehicle facing the sky, Cynrik angled into a large and wide arc before beginning the descent.
When the vehicle started its long descent, multiple alarms went off inside the hover-van. Still, they were instantly cut off by Cynrik pressing a few buttons on the u-shaped wheel as he tilted his head upward and looked out the moonroof to locate all the incoming enemies.
But when he counted ten instead of eight SUVs, Cynrik clicked his tongue.
[[We got ten bogeys,]] Brance said as he noticed Cynrik's line of sight.
[[Copy, Selene, I need you to prep your phase skill. If we want to lose these guys, we will need to do some sleight-of-hand shit. Either they predicted I would make a break for it, or they are just that good; we will have contact with the enemy before we reach our target location.]]
[[Copy, preparing now.]] Selene didn't need to be told twice, and she immediately began channeling a large amount of Mana, then Cycled it through her body.
A second later, Selene frowned, something that didn't escape Cynrik's sight as he peeked at her through the rear-view mirror.
[[How much Mana will it take?]] He asked while removing his hand from the throttle and gripping the wheel with both hands.
[[Roughly 45 percent. I've got an idea of what you want to try, but I can only do it twice, so make it count.]]
[[Someone wanna fill me in, or do I have to sit in Suspense?]] Feeling left out and a little worried about what the two crazies were cooking up, Brance cut in before gripping the armrests of his seat with both hands to force his butt from coming up off the chair.
[[Suspense, no time to explain.]] Seeing that the pack of enemies was drawing near, Cynrik suddenly pulled the steering column toward his belly, forcing the vehicle to break free of the long arc.
Then with near-perfect timing, he rotated the wheel with one hand to the left, reaching over and pulling back on the throttle, reducing the engine's power by roughly 60 percent.
The result was that the hover-van nearly ended up slamming into oncoming traffic since Cynrik had completed his maneuver, which involved climbing over 3048 meters *10,000 feet* then diving straight into the freeway-like air roads.
The horns of blaring cars and angry people screaming from their windows did not faze Cynrik as he cork-screwed around the flight pattern resembling a freeway. Next, he slammed the throttle back to full power, directing him straight toward one of the many Valor City skyscrapers.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!" Brance's eyes shot wide open as he realized the crazy stunt Cynrik wanted to pull, and in the passenger seat, Garrison too began panicking, only he was still trying to catch his breath and thus was unable to scream.
Crossing his arms over his face and shutting his eyes tightly, Garrison was convinced that this was the end. However, when the impact and the subsequent explosion didn't occur, he opened his eyes again, only to find that everything had changed.
He could still see everything clear as day, but instead of the inside of the hover-van, he was now surrounded by shadowy black gas. Well, surrounded wasn't the right word to describe it; rather, it was more accurate to say that he had become the shadowy black gas.
Just when Garrison was about to say something, he remembered that Selene had shown off a similar skill and quickly put two and two together before deciding to sit put and go with the flow since he currently had zero control over his section of the gas.
Luckily for him, Garrison didn't have to wait long. Not even half a second later, the gas shot toward one centralized focal point after clearing two 60-story tall buildings and re-materialized into the vehicle and everyone's bodies.
[[I'm on empty!]] Selene stated as she set about chugging Mana potions and feeling exhausted.
[[No problem.]] Smirking Cynrik cut a hard right and weaved through multiple buildings while keeping relatively low to the ground, scaring everyone going about their daily lives.
Banking left and right with each turn, Cynrik took a crazy flight path that not even the most experienced Earthling Fighter Pilots would attempt due to the sheer danger imposed on such a plan.
Still, if there was one massive advantage Cynrik had over them, it was his stats. Between his Tier-3.5 physique, and his high AGI and DEX, this kind of movement was challenging but not impossible. With the accelerated thinking brought on by his high MIND and INT stats, Cynrik could plot out his path as he went and then execute it with zero flaws.
Or so that would have been the case if, at one of the turns, one of the enemy SUVs didn't slam into their vehicle like it was a bumper car, throwing it off course and causing Cynrik to take evasive maneuvers involving several barrel rolls and sharp angled turns. His actions were so jarring that they forced up bile from everyone's stomachs.
"BLERGGGG!" Gabby was the first to break. Uncaring about how it looked, her cheeks puffed out from motion sickness, and she scrambled to open the sickbag handed to her by Garrison earlier.
"URP, FUCK!" Next was Garrison himself.
"FUCK YOU, IVAR GACK!" Followed by Benny.
"BLECH," and lastly, Melody.
With Kurza and Rimsfel still unconscious and their bodies limply flailing about, neither threw up, and Selene was used to her stomach flipping due to her movement skill.
What was surprising was that Brance seemed fine as his head whipped around to follow all ten enemy vehicles.
[[Cyn, they've got us completely surrounded. Who the fuck are these guys?]] Brance asked with a composed yet serious expression.
[[I can't focus on the individuals in the cars, Brancie, that's on you, leave the flying to me, you're the former cop, so do cop things!]] Gritting his teeth and pulling out of the spiral of his twelfth consecutive barrel roll, Cynrik chided.
[[Wait, speaking of cops, where the fuck are the Enforcers?]] Bringing up the topic caused a flash of something to flicker through Cynrik's eyes.
[[It's an inside job, from what I see through [Mana Sight], these guys are all wearing some form or another of different uniforms. From Military ones to what I assume to be police officers or Enforcers. How fucking deep are the claws of our Grandfather and that Opurn Guy?]] Twisting his body to get a good look at the enemies, Brance spoke his observations in a worried tone.
[[It's not just them anymore. This is far beyond what kind of shit they can dig up alone. If I had to make a guess, I'd say they sold our information on the black market in some petty attempt to fuck us over before we could reach the arena.]]
[[Too bad for them, though,]] Taking a deep breath, Cynrik mimicked Selene's earlier actions and started channeling the bulk of his available MP.
[[that I am not an easy fucking target.]] With that said, Cynrik expelled 40% of his available Mana in the form of an inky black substance that engulfed everyone in the vehicle.
Before he enacted his plan, Cynrik pushed the steering column, forcing the hover-van's nose to angle down and take on a collision course with the ground.
Half a second after being covered, MyrkLys, Kurza, Garrison, and Rimsfel vanished from the vehicle just before it slammed into the ground and turned into a concussive fireball that shook everything for several blocks as the Mana-Fusion Engine exploded on impact.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!
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