As the window shattered, the broken pieces assaulted the Corvette driver.
The glass dust stung his eyes.
Amidst the screams, Averie discarded the lug wrench by throwing it with great precision at his opponent. It spun in the air before hitting the man squarely in the head.
The poor bloke couldn't hold in the profanities as his eyes watered.
Averie clicked his tongue. "We could've had a great time together if I didn't have a race to win."
He disengaged from the Corvette and smoothly sped off.
Now left alone, the black sports car slowed down and eventually came to a halt.
The driver inside did not move.
"Will he be okay?" asked the cameraman, wondering if he hadn't seen a murder just now.
"He will be fine," Averie said in a lackadaisical tone. "He is in shock, that's all."
"Are you certain? That clang from the hit to his skull sounded anything but fine."
Averie opened his jaw to spit typical assurances, but even he began to have doubts.
