[ The comment about being less concentrated doesn't make any sense to Wolfwood...but the pointing to the right, that he can follow. He yanks the wheel hard, zooming off in that direction... and it's not long before he sees that Blondie here was right. There he is, a dark blot against all that bright sand, heading away from them. The roots are missing, but there's no mistaking him.
Gotcha, you bastard. ]
Hold on.
[ It's all the warning Vash gets before Wolfwood slams the accelerator down as far as it'll go. The engine whines its protest as the speedometer ticks upward, sand flying in a wave behind them as the car rockets towards the solitary figure. Impact in five... four... three... ]
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Gotcha, you bastard. ]
Hold on.
[ It's all the warning Vash gets before Wolfwood slams the accelerator down as far as it'll go. The engine whines its protest as the speedometer ticks upward, sand flying in a wave behind them as the car rockets towards the solitary figure. Impact in five... four... three... ]