[center][h3] Michael and Franklin [/h3]
Level 4- (15/40) EXP / Level 3- (9/30) EXP
Location: On the Road
Wordcount: 535 [/center]
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Michael and Franklin watched as the remaining enemies were dealt with one by one. Franklin stayed back as others engaged Sweet Bot, eventually taking it and its pilot out in an epic battle. Michael mostly stayed back and waited, his wounds slowly healing due to his regeneration. He only had a single Uzi magazine left, and the sniper would be hard to use in this range. Plus, with the destruction of his scooter, there wasn't much he could do. 

Soon, only the pilot of the monster truck was left standing. Franklin attempted to find an angle he could shoot at him from, but he was unsuccessful. Michael, due to his injuries, wasn't confident that he could aim his Uzi without hitting an ally, so the two were forced to watch as the rest of the group engaged him. The man apparently could steal souls, as he demonstrated with Banjo and Kazooie- although they soon had their soul returned, with force. The man then took out a soul he had collected, shattering it into a pair of swords. While he was seemingly prepared to go out in a blaze of glory, he did not get it. His attacks missed, and he was eventually crushed by the Centurion without wounding anyone. To their surprise, as he fell countless spirits burst from his chest, heading out into the sky until only his spirit remained. 

With the battle over, Michael walked over to his wrecked scooter. Just looking at it, he could tell that it wasn't going to ride again. It had been essentially reduced to a scrap heap, with parts strewn across the ground. [color=00aeef]"Ah, damn it..."[/color] Walking past it, he headed to the monster truck, where Franklin was waiting on his bike. He was looking at the monster truck, but when Michael called out to him, he turned to face him.

[color=39b54a]"Shit, man, they fucked you up."[/color] Franklin noted, looking over Michael's wounds.

[color=00aeef]"I'll live."[/color] Michael gritted his teeth, the pain still there. Looking back up at the monster truck, he saw Peach taking the driver's spirit in. [color=00aeef]"What the..."[/color] The two covered their eyes as the princess was enveloped in bright light, and when they put their hands down, a changed woman emerged. She now looked more like a biker than a princess, and her voice had changed as well. She said that she felt a connection to their spirits, and that she could remove them. It made sense- if she gained the powers of the person she absorbed, she must have gained the ability the driver had that let him take people's spirits out. 

[color=39b54a]"Well. That's different."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Yeah...well, what now?"[/color] Michael turned to face Franklin. [color=00aeef]"My bike's busted."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Well..."[/color] Franklin drove his bike to the back of the monster truck, where Bowser Jr. was preparing to repair it. Michael followed behind. [color=39b54a]"We could fix this thing up, and then you could drive it."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"If it doesn't take too long, sure. If not, I'll just ride on the back of your bike."[/color]

Franklin nodded, flipping out the kickstand and setting his bike down. He walked over to Bowser Jr. [color=39b54a]"Well, it don't look too damaged. Let's see if we can get it moving again, at least."[/color]