This isn't a great position to be in, battle-wise, but Furiosa can't help but be heartened by the obvious signs they've injured the demon. She rises again, circling nimbly. There are three fronts to this fight, but Furiosa's eyes are on the largest and most obvious. As it takes to a four-limbed stance, she has a split second of revelation:

This isn't like fighting a person. It's like fighting a vehicle. Big, armored, fearless and powerful.

If she only had a lance...but in lieu of explosive devices, she'll take a chance on her guns and her own claws, and if the creature is focused primarily on Azwel for more than a second, she'll take the opening.

It probably will not be expecting one of its opponents to rush around and leap onto its back, sinking metal fingers into any space or dent in the armor they can find. Furiosa can hold on to a speeding rig without the prosthesis, because she made goddamn sure she learned how, but it's much much easier with all the extra traction on her left hand. Her body hunches low against the demon, knees pressing in tight to help hold on, and the pistol in her right hand searches for the space around the collar where Azwel has drawn blood. If it's vulnerable there, a couple rounds from the Taurus will probably hurt.