Once he's off his leash, Zarathos takes to the task with vigor. The bike screams down the wall, leaving a trail of fire where it goes. The Red carpet scorches where it passes, and people go leaping out of the way as the Ghost Rider tears towards the not-mayor, extending a hand and summoning a length of jet black chain, whirling it overhead.
"Mr. Mayor, your term is up."
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