Even as she was speaking, three Buzzsaws on Harleys rounded the corner at the end of the. lane. They took up formation, side by side by side, their lances locked and pointed at Jonathon. Then they began their run, hoping to force him and the flag back across midline before time ran out. If he could get past them, he’d be in the clear. Free run to the goal circle. Just him and the goalie.