Warhawk grins.
"Thought you'd never ask, Doc." he says, and launches himself off the roof and toward the car. He picks up speed, drawing his mace and slamming it through the hood of the car in one fell swoop.
No more engine block.
The men inside the vehicle, blissfully unaware of what was going until just then, are startled to find Warhawk and Fate staring them down.
"Boys, we need to talk." Warhawk says.
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