The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Highway of Hell was enjoying his current motorcycle ride. He was amused breaking speeding laws of this land as he barrelled down straight lanes and hastily turned around curves. However this bit of illegal activities and hazardous driving practices were not nearly as enjoyable as it could be.

These roads were [i]unoccupied.[/i] Konstantinovich knew that these roads could have decent civilian activity. He encountered a good amount of buses heading towards the school when he was initially riding, [i]hell[/i] there were still a decent chunk when he left on a search for brooding. How Fyodor yearned for a convoy.

As this thought occurred to him, the old adage of his patron, 'speak of the devil' of his patron proved true. He spied one bus that was heading towards the academy up in the distance.

The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell first checked on the black backpack on his back, before cranking the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qha2kSrqof4]radio up to eleven.[/url] It started slow as Fyodor anticipated the melody. As the music began to pick up, Fyodor revved the engine once before barreling at breakneck speeds and approached the right side of the bus. 

Now that he could be observed by the civilians, The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell held out one arm and made a spinning motion to indicate he wanted them to roll their windows down. Fyodor didn't stay long on the right side as he passed the bus as quickly as he approached it. But that wasn't to say he left them. Oh no, Fyodor turned in a circle right in front of the bus driver and moved down the left side doing the same gesture.

Like a vulture, Fyodor circled the bus over and over doing this motion.