Two armored female riders on a steampunk motorcycle

Red kicked the arcane engine to life, and the runes along the motorcycle’s frame flared like happy fireflies. With a roar, the sidecar rig shot down the dirt road. Wind whipped Red’s and Brunhilde's hair behind them, and they both grinned with wild delight. Brunhilde braced herself in the sidecar, braids snapping in the wind. “Incoming!” she bellowed, pointing skyward. A hornet the size of a mastiff flew through the farmer's field, its stinger glowing with venomous magic. Brunhilde swung up the goblin‑forged mini‑gatling mounted to the sidecar. She was gloriously happy she got to use it so soon. “Buzz off!” She squeezed the trigger. The gun chattered like an angry gremlin, spitting gold‑tinged tracers. The hornet exploded in a puff of ichor and sizzling wings. “Stop, Red!” she shouted over the engine’s howl. “I nailed it, but it dropped something!” “Loot?” Red slammed the brakes, skidding sideways in a plume of dust and arcane sparks. “We stop for drops!” Part of the ongoing sagaof Red & Brunhilde https://budgetpixel.com/blog/the-legendary-saga-of-red-brunhilde Thanks to @EternaSky for the awesome motorcycle and sidecar https://budgetpixel.com/p/27266