The orc stepped out of the van and unleashed with the huge gatling gun in his arms, armored shells tearing into the glyph’s car fast approaching. Anja jerked the wheel, trying to avoid this sudden attack. But Kurl kept his massive finger on the oversized trigger and threw his bulk forward as she flew past, immense shoulder striking the side of her Racer, sending it into the lower level of a building across the street.

Kurl righted himself and continued to fire on the rear side of the vehicle until his thirty foot ream of large caliber ammunition was spent.