Just as Altria's black motorcycle leaped through the air and was about to catch up to Cú Chulainn's rear wheel, black light gathered around the Dark Sacred Sword in her right hand once more, ready to end this aerial chase—
"How could I let you have your way?!"
A crafty gleam flashed through Cú Chulainn's eyes. Just as his motorcycle was about to rush over the rooftop's edge, he fiercely slammed down on the handlebars.
The heavy motorcycle came to an abrupt stop, its tires letting out a piercing shriek against the smooth glass as its rear end swung violently.
But he used the recoil to launch himself off the speeding motorcycle like a cannonball.
His body traced a perfect arc through the air before falling freely, landing with precision in a narrow back alley below, crammed with neon signs and clotheslines.
"That blue spandex freak looks kind of familiar..." Yan Huan was crouched atop a streetlamp, watching the commotion in the distance.
Boom!
Cú Chulainn's abandoned heavy motorcycle spun out of control, crashing into a decorative structure at the rooftop's edge and exploding into a ball of fire. Parts scattered as they fell toward the street below.
People on the road fled in panic.
"Ahhh! What the hell is falling down?!"
"I demand compensation for emotional distress..."
Altria's black motorcycle shot onto the rooftop platform like a black arrow.
She brought the bike to a stop, planted one foot on the ground, and swept her cold golden eyes over the maze of tangled back alleys below.
Without his vehicle, Cú Chulainn was like a drop of water vanishing into the sea, his presence instantly becoming elusive.
"Foolish." Altria murmured, but she did not hesitate.
She swung herself off the motorcycle, walked to the rooftop's edge, and leaped down.
Her