Nick lifts a hand. Somewhere below there's a terrible roar and a flash of fire, and a demon bike comes screaming up the wall towards its master.
His eyes catch fire next. "Now..." he states in his own voice, before the fires begin consuming all but his skull.
He swings one leg over the bike. When he continues, his voice is all gravel and spite. "We hunt. Try and keep up."
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