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Beast-of-Rage snarled as the piss-ant biker pack that
called itself the Einherjar came barreling down the highway
beneath the overpass on which he stood. The punk cubs had
“claimed” I-90 as their territory, but they were young and
stupid. They needed a lesson in choosing territory more
carefully. Or rather, all the rest of the locals did. The Einherjar
wouldn’t be so much learning a lesson as serving as
one. Beast-of-Rage hefted the chain of his iron flail as he
saw the bikers come up behind an 18-wheeler. That would do
just fine.
Barking orders to his pack, he ran to the east side of
the overpass and waited until the t ractor-t railer was close.
When it was right under him, he jumped and his pack jumped
with him, some of them folding into Urshul on the way down.
They all hit the top of the t railer and went immediately toward
the cab, Beast-of-Rage in the lead. He landed heavy and
swung his weapon down through the windshield before the
driver even knew what was happening. The ball pulverized the
man and knocked the wheel askew, making the whole cab lurch
out of the right-hand lane and bounce off the divider. The
t railer jackknifed and turned ponderously over on its side.
Beast-of-Rage’s pack scrambled up the top of the t railer and
over onto its side as that end came up and the entire vehicle
screamed to a halt.
Behind the t ruck, the Einherjar had realized only too late
what was happening. Most of them laid their bikes down t rying
not to slam into the 18-wheeler’s underside, and only the
one in the back managed to stay on his own two wheels as he
swerved to a stop. He was really the only one who saw what
happened, too, as Beast-of-Rage led his packmates over the
side of the toppled vehicle and down onto the fallen Einherjar.
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