"Not so close to the family jewels man!!"
The shaft of the spear almost touched his nose and he saw the drawing of a demon's face staring back at him. He needed to find a way out of this quickly and help came from the most unexpected source.
Karzakf's tank was pointed at his car and it let loose a volley of canon balls that fell all around Zed's car. One of the balls knocked the thing holding Zed's car and he felt the tires touch gravel and find traction.
"Only I get to kill you Zed!" Karzakf screamed over the din.
"Get a token and join the line asshole!" Zed shot him a middle finger as he pressed the accelerator and sped away. He had almost forgotten the spear that was embedded in the seat and then the spear vanished back through the hole in the roof. The spear holder was still on the car!
"Let's see how you hold on now."
"Name yourself, heathen!" the figure bellowed at Zed.
"Who the fuck uses words like heathen," he muttered to himself, then he shouted at the figure, "I am Zed, from Earth. Racing enthusiast and alcohol connoisseur."
"So be it, Zed from Earth. I am Baxron and I must remove you from this contest now."
The spear was the answer to Zed's question as it hurtled through the distance between the Baxron and the car, moved through Zed's open window and pierced the other door of the car.
"I'm so tired of running from people who want to kill me." Zed said. "See you along Baxron. That was a shitty aim though!"
Marilyn's voice came online in Zed's head. "He was not aiming for your head, Zed."
"Well, I don't see the spear damaging the car in..."
The steering wheel shook in his hand and the car slowly swerved from the straight line into a zigzagging path.
"Shit, not again."
He looked at the spear as the symbols on it slowly started to glow.
"We need to leave the car Zed, its going to explode."
Something glided above Zed's car just then, it made a sound like a shroud flapping in the wind.
Zed looked out of his window.
"Oh no, fucking no, don't tell me."
Another car for Mr. Zed?