" Hell yes I see them to. Losers for Urchins! Let's confront them." Said Gallagher and rode his bike down to the shoulder of the road, before blasting his engines on the path that led to a shade, where a small gathering of peasants stood, paying their taxes in cash and kind. The deafening sound of his bike had caused all heads to wag towards his direction and soon rifles and pistols were pointing towards the two rough riders.

" What sacrilege Is going on here? Who dares to die when Uriel hasn't killed." Gallagher bellowed, not taking the guns into consideration. Soon his bike came to an abrupt halt...