[A terrifyingly familiar sort of pain lances down Tetsuo's spine as he feels his head connect with something, momentum compressing his neck back to his shoulders. It's a good thing Bull's grip on his bike is absolute, because the handles are ripped painfully out of his hands.
The windshield digs deep against his collarbone before he feels something give with a resounding crack - whether it's him, or the windshield, or both he can't tell. His leg gets caught on something somewhere; he's vaguely aware his of motorcycle's front wheel folding in, wrenching to the side. Something - the engine casing? Or bits of fairing? Dash? - shoves up sharply against his gut as the bike crunches under the strain of fighting against an immovable force from close to top speed. The engine sputters, then dies.
Everything is over in seconds.
The only way Tetsuo knows for sure he's still alive is that he's pretty certain being dead doesn't hurt like this. Son of a bitch.]
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The windshield digs deep against his collarbone before he feels something give with a resounding crack - whether it's him, or the windshield, or both he can't tell. His leg gets caught on something somewhere; he's vaguely aware his of motorcycle's front wheel folding in, wrenching to the side. Something - the engine casing? Or bits of fairing? Dash? - shoves up sharply against his gut as the bike crunches under the strain of fighting against an immovable force from close to top speed. The engine sputters, then dies.
Everything is over in seconds.
The only way Tetsuo knows for sure he's still alive is that he's pretty certain being dead doesn't hurt like this. Son of a bitch.]