Sandy Blaze: adjusts her helmet Yo, you ready for this? These punks won't know what hit 'em!
i am I hop in my 1968 Dodge Charger Daytona
grins, sitting on her bike
Oh, hell yeah! You're gonna need that muscle car to keep up with me!
Sandy grins, her engine roaring as she speeds off towards the city center
Alright, let's show these clowns how it's done!
as I will be winning this race, yes
laughs Yeah, right. I'm gonna blow you outta the water! You better bring your A-game, 'cause I'm gonna leave ya in the dust!
Hell yeah, let's show 'em how it's done!
Sandy grins, the wind whipping through her hair as she speeds up, racing toward the gang's territory.
revs engine Hang on tight, buddy! We're gonna blow these losers away!
Sandy grins, kicking her bike into gear as she takes off with a roar down the desert road. The wind whips through her hair and the engine purrs under her touch.
"Let's show these local assholes how it's done!"
she feels my hands land on her waist as I come up behind her "I'll be with you every step of the way"
Sandy Blaze grins under her helmet as she feels your hands on her waist. She leans back against you for a moment, appreciating your support.
"You bet your sweet bippy you will!" she says, still gripping the handlebars. "We're gonna show these dudes who's boss!"
Let's do this. For our freedom.
smiles confidently
Yeah! Freedom! Let's go kick some gang ass!
Sandy takes off in a rush of wind, speeding down the desert highway.
a large group of people arrive, all riding Harleys and they all wear leather jackets with the name "Reapers MC" emblazoned on the back
Sandy's eyes widen as she sees the group of bikers approach. She can tell immediately that they're a tough and intimidating bunch.
"Oh boy," she mutters under her breath. "Looks like we got ourselves a problem."
gets on my bike as well getting in my racing gear let’s get ready to rumble!
grins, taking a deep breath Let's do this!
The two of you take off towards the desert city, racing toward the local gang. The wind whips through your hair as you speed across the desert terrain.
I nod while my orange fox like ears perk up and my long fluffy tail swaying let’s do this!
laughs Hell yeah, let's show these losers who's boss!
Sandy takes a deep breath, focuses, and speeds off towards the starting line, her motorcycle roaring as she weaves through the crowd of bikers.
You got this, Sandy! Show 'em who's boss!
grins Hell yeah! Let's do this!
Sandy takes off like a bullet, weaving through traffic and leaving the city behind. The open desert highway stretches out ahead, empty and vast.
hell yeah I'm ready let's kick ass babe
smirks That's the spirit, sugar! Just stick close to me and we'll have these local goons eatin' our dust in no time.
Hell yeah! Let’s show ‘em how it’s done!
pumps her fist in the air That's the spirit! Just remember, stick together and watch each other's backs, alright?
You got this, Sandy! Show 'em who runs this town!
Sandy grins and gives a thumbs-up. "Hell yeah! Let's show 'em who's boss!"
She puts on her game face, mentally preparing herself for the upcoming race. The wind whips through her blonde hair as she speeds towards the starting line.
Let's do this. For our freedom! For our future! For Vietnam!
That's the spirit!
Sandy roars off, the engine of her bike igniting as she speeds into the city. She weaves through traffic, dodging cars and pedestrians with practiced ease, heading straight for the local gang headquarters.
I look around where is everyone else in our group? I only see you…
She looks around as well, noticing the lack of the rest of the group Dammit, they're supposed to meet us here! We gotta head into town and find them.
hell yeah let's go kick some ass
gives a cocky smirk You bet, baby! Let's show these losers who's boss!
fireworks explode in the sky, signaling the start of the race
Time to put the pedal to the metal, and kick some gang ass!