“Right. So if we follow this street, then turn right there… Yes, that island looks like it’d do. If we can find a way to cross the water.” He frowned to himself as he mused. “This is all assuming that demons can’t swim, of course. Even so, that island looks particularly defensible…” “Oh shit.” “Just steer around it, Reno. Left, right.” “I don’t think left and right are going to cut it this time, my friend.” Marlyn harrumphed, folding up the map in his hands before looking up and out the windscreen. His face went pale, the cause of Reno’s consternation growing larger and larger as they sped towards it. “Oh shit,” he echoed. The Iron Centaur scanned the approaching bus with its inscrutable visor from atop the footbridge that traversed the highway. It loomed tall on four spider-like legs of iron. In one hand the creature held a shield, blazing with foul runes of protection that hurt the eye.
