CRASH!
The sound of metal against metal echoed through the intersection as Aelric's electric scooter slammed into the rear bumper of a sleek black sedan. The impact sent him tumbling onto the road, his delivery bag spilling its contents across the road. His scooter lay on its side, front wheel bent at an unnatural angle and headlight flickering weakly.
Aelric groaned as he pushed himself up, checking for injuries. A scraped elbow and bruised knee. Nothing too serious. But as his eyes fell on the damaged scooter, his heart plummeted straight into his stomach. The phone! My goddess's phone money! The thought hit him harder than the crash itself.
The sedan's door burst open with violent force, and out stepped a man who screamed nouveau riche from every pore. Gold chains glinted against his hairy chest beneath an unbuttoned silk shirt, while his Rolex caught the streetlight as he gestured wildly. His face was flushed red with rage.
