Magus was clinging to the edge of the roof of the van for dear life as the vehicle's erratic movement intensified in a desperate attempt to dislodge Magus from his already precarious position. He gripped the edge of the roof with a white-knuckled grip and braced his shoes against the side of the vehicle, holding his staff in his mouth to allow the use of all his limbs in his effort to regain a tenable position from which to deliver justice. With an effort, he pulled himself, inch by inch, up the side of the van, his gaze flicking between his progress and the van's side mirror from which the driver was watching him. Sooner or later, the driver was sure to realize what was happening and do something to stop it. Magus hoped that when he did, he might catch a hint of movement from him so that he could prepare for whatever he intended to do. He had his next move in mind, a desperate, but effective, one, but he could not do it while in his current position.
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