"2V, go first," Furiosa snaps, pushing the droid ahead of Palmer. "Follow the tracks we left, stay close, tell me if any are circling ahead of us."
V8 help them if the droid is unwilling to follow her orders. She's willing to protect him, but if he's dead weight she'll focus on getting her and Palmer out of trouble ahead of him. He seems the least likely of them to fight, but a metal chassis is nothing to sneeze at. She dares to hope if he's confronted too closely with one of the monsters his frightened flailing will do some damage to it.
"Palmer! I've got 10:00, you aim toward 2:00, don't hit Harley, anything else that moves is fair game."
Assuming anyone's following her orders, she's quick to get them in a triangle position, with 2V leading, her and Palmer side by side firing at the enemy as they (hopefully) move down the track they just came from. Furiosa has no issue with walking or jogging backwards as she empties the clip of her Taurus; she's hoping Palmer can do the same, because they can't just stand and fire, either--they have to go. Her shots have to be judicious, because she only has ten rounds left in the clip, but she'll use every last one of them.
A handgun is not great at a distance, but Furiosa's aim has always been superlative. She's not going to get fancy, aiming at mid-body for every one of the monsters she shoots at, and trying to pick off the smaller, faster ones first.
Once that clip is empty she hastily shoves the Taurus into her coat and pulls out the Glock. Seventeen rounds, and then as far as she's concerned, they're down to tooth and nail and metal arm.
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V8 help them if the droid is unwilling to follow her orders. She's willing to protect him, but if he's dead weight she'll focus on getting her and Palmer out of trouble ahead of him. He seems the least likely of them to fight, but a metal chassis is nothing to sneeze at. She dares to hope if he's confronted too closely with one of the monsters his frightened flailing will do some damage to it.
"Palmer! I've got 10:00, you aim toward 2:00, don't hit Harley, anything else that moves is fair game."
Assuming anyone's following her orders, she's quick to get them in a triangle position, with 2V leading, her and Palmer side by side firing at the enemy as they (hopefully) move down the track they just came from. Furiosa has no issue with walking or jogging backwards as she empties the clip of her Taurus; she's hoping Palmer can do the same, because they can't just stand and fire, either--they have to go. Her shots have to be judicious, because she only has ten rounds left in the clip, but she'll use every last one of them.
A handgun is not great at a distance, but Furiosa's aim has always been superlative. She's not going to get fancy, aiming at mid-body for every one of the monsters she shoots at, and trying to pick off the smaller, faster ones first.
Once that clip is empty she hastily shoves the Taurus into her coat and pulls out the Glock. Seventeen rounds, and then as far as she's concerned, they're down to tooth and nail and metal arm.