Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-7838080-20140209034709

Nixia smirked, "Yeah...I lived up in those parts till I was twelve. So the cold weather is nothing new to me. However...I'll dress for the occasion." She then hopped onto her bike, which had been left unmolested by the goons that had come to meet them. She then slipped on her helmet and started the motorcycle, the engine humming with raw power.

She shot him another smirk as she revved the engine, disengaging the kickstand of the bike. The paint scheme just added to the sense of power the engine was giving. She flipped up the visor of the helmet for a moment, "Just try and keep up," she teased.

She then took it out of park and heard the pealing of burned rubber as the brakes caught for a moment, but then the bike surged forward like a racehorse, Nixia driving it as if she'd been born with riding it.

There was very little sound from the engine, but the wind shook in the bike's wake, the frame controlling the engine's raw power as it shot down the street.