The wind howled as August and Seasnake tore through the night sky, two streaks of elemental fury racing across the jagged peaks of Dragontooth. The terrain blurred beneath them—precipitous cliffs, yawning chasms, and ancient forests that had stood for millennia. The moon, hidden behind a veil of clouds, offered little light, but neither combatant needed it. Their senses were sharp, their focus absolute.
Seasnake's rocket boosters flared with brilliant, purplish light, propelling his semi-machine body forward at nearly a hundred meters per second. The wind screamed in protest as he cut through it, his mechanical limbs whirring with the strain of maximum output. He was a blur of dark metal and glowing blue eyes, a predator fleeing its hunter.
But August was faster.
