Oh, great. A road war. And of course they have motorbikes. Kinner stays with Furiosa, groaning when he sees the bikers approach. And there he was, daring to hope that they were home free. No such luck - go figure. It looks like there's more fighting to do. How many Fallen are there? He's starting to wonder where they'll all go once the winter ends.

"They really don't want to let us go, do they? Determined bastards if nothing else." The cook grits his teeth, firing whenever he gets a clear shot at one of the bike riders, also aiming to destroy the weapons when he can. If he can't hit the pilots, he can sabotage the energy weapons. "Can't imagine why it's so important to them that they stop us. But clearly they aren't telling us anything."

Kinner, thinking as a soldier, wonders whether taking a prisoner would be a good idea. They have people who could translate, and it might be a way to learn what the Fallen want and why they're attacking so violently. Then again, capturing one alive would be anything but easy, and they're sapient. He wouldn't put it past them to kill their wounded or even themselves over surrendering to the Nexus people. They seem downright fanatical.