Salome, who'd just landed another strike on Lor, screamed at Vale as he walked toward Lor, dragging the bike by the handlebars.
"Vale! What the hell are you doing?"
Vale smiled and yelled back.
"My special attack!"
'God, I hope this works…'
Vale might be screwed if it didn't. He didn't really have a way to defend himself. Not to mention, only this first attempt would be a surprise.
The bike strike would definitely be telegraphed, but the speed would be uncanny the first time.
'Unless he put two and two together.'
But Vale doubted it. The man was much too focused on going after 'Ixion' to assess anything.
As Vale slowly marched forth, he filled up the tank on the side of the bike with Aether; a necessary prerequisite for [Nitro], lest he achieve nonstop acceleration.
'There it is…'
Vale felt the moment his Aether rejected going in the tube, signifying it was full.
Only a few paces away from one another, Vale called out to Lor:
