Frostt dashed through the woods followed by his horde, with the gravediggers in burning pursuit. "When the hell are these bastards gonna get off are arses?" said a grey haired teenager with a slight trace of a cockney accent.

"Shut up Chinchy, you have the strongest legs of all of us," stated a girl, with a hint of venom in her voice.

"Yeah, whatever Ami, just because you're not as awesome as me, doesn't mean you have to be a jerk." Chinchy responded with a tone of sarcasm.

"GUYS!" Frostt exclaimed in a heavily annoyed tone, "we're almost to Prague, and we're almost on a plane to the U.S. so SHUT UP!"

A bunch of gravediggers suddenly popped out, this time the albatross model, and Frostt pulled out his sword, gathered a blaze, and sent out wave of fire, burning the cyborg-mutants to a crisp, leaving only the "flyboys", as they had been called by Ghost, after he had read it in something called "Fang's Blog", the whole reason for their journey to the U.S. "I just thought of something," said a 17ish year old girl with navy blue hair.

"What now, Mari?" said a preteen girl with white hair.

"We can't go into town, let alone the airport, with them on our tail."

"GOD DAMMIT!" screamed Frostt, "You're right… Get your weapons out every body, this might, no, will, get oily."

Frostt got out Hel and Himinn, his two swords, Chinchy took out Foss, his two Katar (AN: look it up.), Ami grasped Danzleikr, her Cinquedea; Mari took out Bani, her Desert Eagles, Ghost strapped on his sword-shield, Veurr; Muse started spinning Vinda, her chain blade, and Cleats took up Pola, his axe. They then scattered into all different directions, initiating the brawl.

Frostt's POV:

I took Hel and shot a bolt of electricity at a flyboy, and a made it explode, which brought a smile to my face, I then took Himinn and froze three flyboys, and then smashed the now brittle metal with the hilts of my swords. I looked to my right and saw Chinchy shatter two flyboys' faces with two simultaneous kicks to their heads. To my right I saw Ghost smashing in a flyboy face with the flat of his blade, and Cleats striking a downward shoulder blow, and then beheading the next robot with one fluid strike. I then back-flipped behind a flyboy and impaled his torso with both of my Tyrfing-like swords. I hear a sadistic laugh and look behind me, worried, but all I see is a pile of robots ridden with bullets, and Mari grinning like a psychopath changing her magazines. "I think they're all scrapped…" said Ami, panting.

"I really hope so…" responded Cleats.

"Crap! Our flight leaves in 30 minutes!" I tell them, and give them the signal for GO.

Chinchy's POV:

We were running at breakneck speed, towards Prague, which was about 3 miles away. I really wanted to just fly, but then I thought 'Oh. Yeah. Big city. Lots O' People.' And just mentally slapped my self.

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2 Miles.

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1 Mile.

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"YES!" I exclaim, "We're finally here!"

"Shut up and follow me," said our Oh so fearless leader. Man… he sure is serious sometimes; he really needs to loosen up.

So we were running through the streets like a bunch of psychopaths, which we pretty much are, and getting countless "What the hell?" looks, but we're mutant freaks! We're used to it. As we arrived at the airport, we dashed through security and went to flight gate E4 to New York City. We boarded the plane, and just flew for a while, in a plane, simple as that.