Daniel and Aren had barely taken three steps toward the cargo truck when the driver's side door of the wrecked sedan creaked open.
The driver inside barely managed to pull himself out of the driver's seat. Blood ran down the side of his forehead, one sleeve torn open where glass shards cut deep into his arm.
Daniel raised an eyebrow slightly.
"…Tough guy."
The man staggered forward two steps before steadying himself against the side of the ruined sedan
Behind him, the cargo truck's door slammed open.
Another man jumped down from the driver's seat. Unlike the first, he looked relatively unharmed, though the tension in his shoulders suggested he had already realized how badly the situation had turned.
His eyes swept the road quickly, at the barricade Daniel had thrown that blocked their way.
And at the giant dragonflies above them, that hovered briefly before shrinking and fluttering away into the distance.
The man's gaze hardened. "…Who the hell are you two supposed to be?"
