Engines growled in the distance. Rook's skin crawled before the first headlights cut into town. Three black Freights rolled down Main Street, too wide for the narrow road. Their trailers tore into buildings as they came.
Mara stood. "Let's see what you can do."
The front Freight accelerated, plowing through parked cars. Rook felt pressure in his chest, like gravity itself was bending. He clenched his fists, and the semi's momentum peeled away, slamming sideways into a brick wall.
Mara didn't flinch. She grabbed his arm. "Good. But you're sloppy. You'll burn yourself out if you don't learn to balance."
Rook stared at her. "You're one of them."
Mara's grin was sharp. "One of us."