-"Rin, take the wheel."
She traded places with me, surprising me with her firm hand at the controls.
I couldn't get the surprise out of my voice.
-"You drive?"
She swerved hard left, dogging a rock the size of a house.
-"This isn't daddy's Phantom, but it will have to make due."
While her right was at the wheel, she channeled energy on her left, which shed the telling lights of a Magical Crest.
"I hate Reinforcement, but needs must."
The whole jeep roared with so much power it would have made a sports car feel inadequate. It lurched forward, eating the desert at a breakneck speed.
I removed the empty magazine from the rifle.
-"I love it!"
Gradation Air, or how I liked to call it, Projection, was the ideal combo for ammo. The individual bullet was cheap in Od and it didn't need to last more than a minute, you could even go a step further and project a magazine with bullets, saving you the trouble of reloading.
But magazines were a poor poor choice for this situation.
Drum magazines, I choose you!
The air coalesced into hundreds of tiny lights which in turn were engulfed by a solid container. I slid it under the stolen AK and grinned like a loon.
The first jeep following us caught flame with the tracer rounds.
Rin whipped her head in alarm.
-"ARE YOU CRAZY?"
-"I'm having a moment here."
