http://lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2010-01-02 05:47 am (UTC)

Matt had been on the very last leg of the trip when he heard Aeneas' frantic report over the comms. Swallowing, he had turned north and punched it.

Arriving over the terrible battlefield, he scanned the area and swore when a few robots took potshots at his classic car.

"All right," growled Matt as he punched the gear into high. "We need to get faster and smarter (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMrsfPagRFg)."

The radio roaring, he focused his power, what little he could form and he swung around. Shifting gears, the engine of the car roared as he came soaring in.

Slamming his hand on the horn, a pink barrier formed as streaks of crackling magic rippled through the car as he slammed into a nutcracker robot. And another, and another.

The robots slammed at the hood as he growled and hit the eject moments before the car slammed directly into a large pile, exploding in a fiery ball as Matt landed with an audible fwump into the snow, rolling over and over before skidding to a halt.

"I'm never doing that again," declared Olsen as he dove for cover from laser blasts.

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