Aimou always considered Bologue a peculiar person; he could always pull off actions within his own realm of reason that astonished others, like this damned dramatic entrance.
But now was not the time to complain about Bologue. Aimou freed himself, leaping into the passenger seat as Bologue slammed the accelerator, the tires creating white smoke as they sped off down the street like a warhorse.
"Woohoo! Off we go!"
Palmer fully embraced his role as a bandit, not forgetting to fire a gunshot in greeting to Gold.
After the smoke cleared, thick roots leapt forward like flying fish with the earth as their ocean, Gold positioned at the forefront among the gathered branches.
His eyes flickered with a fiery glow as Gold wiped away the blood-stained bullet marks, glaring angrily at Palmer.
Branches tangled into the ruins of the dessert shop, pulling Kronin out. He coughed painfully a few times, then freed himself from the branches and moved between the rampaging roots, pursuing the car.
