There's no time to run, no room to dodge except in one direction only. Max drops the machine gun and jumps. He leaps forward, feet leaving the ground as he goes horizontal, trying to dive under the car. Time seems to slow down around him. He takes it all in- the glow of the fires, the teeth marks on the car, the pavement passing by beneath him.
Then the car flies over him and crashes into the street behind him while Max belly-flops onto the pavement- a painful landing, but he's alive. He scrambles to his feet clutching his pistol, and looks at the dragon. He yells out at her, half a challenge, half an expression of outrage at what's happening around them.
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There's no time to run, no room to dodge except in one direction only. Max drops the machine gun and jumps. He leaps forward, feet leaving the ground as he goes horizontal, trying to dive under the car. Time seems to slow down around him. He takes it all in- the glow of the fires, the teeth marks on the car, the pavement passing by beneath him.
Then the car flies over him and crashes into the street behind him while Max belly-flops onto the pavement- a painful landing, but he's alive. He scrambles to his feet clutching his pistol, and looks at the dragon. He yells out at her, half a challenge, half an expression of outrage at what's happening around them.
"What is your fucking problem?"