Ferris Whee-- Oh SHIT! Cheyenne and Tanek
Tanek could hear Cheyenne growl at him and then he felt her tugging at him, trying to get him to clear the ground, and he wanted to snap at her, wanted to yell at her to get out of the way. He would not be permanently harmed, but she might.
And then everything happened quickly. There was a horrible metallic groan that sounded like the death rattle of a collapsing robot and Cheyenne threw him to the ground. The wheel was close, too close, and Tanek reacted instinctively. He would survive, but she would not.
He raised his hand - screamed. It felt like something was torn out of him - no, like he tore something out of himself. Something warm and bloody and breathing and tangled, something that enveloped him, both of them and...
It crashed over them and he felt it all. It cut his skin - a thousand tiny little cuts - and crushed his foot and sliced open his belly, one of the spokes landing right on top of them before it fell to the side. Pain exploded all around him, but it felt...
It felt... Right. Powerful.
And then it was over. Besides him - his vision was blurry, but slowly rectifying itself - Cheyenne got up. He sat up as well. He could feel the warm blood running down his nose. He could feel the cuts mending themselves.
"Fuck."
But Cheyenne... She was alive. "Are you... are you okay?"