This was it.
This was precisely what Locjaw wanted.
Retribution collided with Pandemona through a turnabout. The black car with flaming wheels lost traction and was forced off the street, hitting newspaper stands and bunched-up trash bags. Zamson struggled to stabilize his ride. He was sure that Locjaw cracked his best laugh as Zamson spotted the silver car zoom on down the road as if triumph had already claimed its victor.
But Zamson wasn't done. He kicked back into gear, slammed the gas, peeled out in a fiery rage, and shot down the sidewalk; postal stands and city trash cans stood no chance against Pandemona's turbo wrath.
Locjaw tasted victory on his tongue.
He foolishly neglected Pandemona's obsidian heart. More than just an intimidating bucket of bolts, its blistering engine how
