Ogre's Pointe was the only mountain range of hills and dips penetrating Twilight City's western cityscape. Winding roads and straight forest shots paved the way for all manner of transport. The wood-infested mountains did not exist without their various hiking trails and small river bends.
The last of the Mephisto Races was heating up with small gatherings of people and cars half-circling the starting mark. Pandemona and Banshee sat like two estranged lovers, distant but never far.
Shane wrapped his lips around his straw and slurped away until he eyed trouble coming their way. He quickly tapped Logan's arm. Logan gave Shane a bully eye for a short second; it changed when Azima came walking up like the poisonous vixen she was.
Logan yanked the fat blunt from his lips. "Bad b*tch on your six!"