![]() One that would give him just enough time to evade them. It wouldn’t stop them from coming, but it would at least forced them to thin out a bit, a maneuver that would slow them down. He made a sharp turn to the left, flying down the alleyway. He shouldn’t have made that move, but the figure before him had appeared so quickly that attempting to draw his sword would have caused him to lose complete control. He scanned the street for anything that could help him. He risked a glance behind him-he was still being chased. His leather boots padded silently on the asphalt beneath him as he ran, leaping onto the motorcycle the moment before it would have tipped over, revving the throttle, steadying the motorcycle as inertia took effect. He landed behind its ravaged body, instantly sheathing his sword and stumbling into a run in an attempt to reach his motorcycle before it lost all momentum. The thin man leapt from his motorcycle, unsheathing his sword halfway through a flip, using the extra momentum to slice the hellspawn he faced in half vertically.
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