The two raced one behind the other between mountains piled from skulls and rivers flowing with blood.
Abial the Undefeated rode his enormous flesh hound, deliberately staying several dozen meters ahead of the Khan, neither accelerating to shake him off nor slowing to wait, like a predator deliberately toying with its prey in a game of chase.
From time to time, he glanced back at the Khan, his eyes glowing dark red through the slits of his Helmet, and let out a low, mocking laugh that sounded like metal scraping against metal.
Rage burned in the Khan's chest.
He pushed his motorcycle to full speed. Its engine roared deafeningly, scorching blue flames spewed from its exhaust pipes, and the bike almost lifted off the uneven ground.
He pressed his body low against the bike, his gaze fixed on the figure ahead who kept taunting him. The Tiger-Head Greatsword in his hand gave a faint hum as it cut through the air at high speed.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!
As he gave chase, the Khan operated the Bolter mounted on his motorcycle, firing at that figure.
The Bolter thundered, sending a stream of Bolts trailing brief streaks of flame toward Abial's back like an angry swarm of bees.
But just before the Bolts struck, the Flesh Hound beneath Abial always evaded them with movements of incredible agility.
It leaped left, dodged right, abruptly accelerated, then suddenly slowed, making every Bolt miss and burst into dark red sparks on the distant slopes of skulls.
They reached an open area.
To Abial's eyes, it was a plaza paved with skulls, its surface level and hard, gleaming a ghastly white beneath the dim sky.
Archways built from spines and ribs encircled the plaza, resembling the entrances to some ancient arena.
The air reeked of blood and metal,