Aiming a rifle from a moving vehicle is a feat when you’re working on bruised ribs. Nonetheless, Kinner gets his shots off and hears a few hit. It’s hard to see if they do damage, but the Fallen riders are spooked. They veer from side to side to try and evade, before Furiosa swings the trailer in that wide fishtail arc. Kinner had better forget about shooting and hold on for a minute. From on high Volcarona’s fire splashes wide across the ground behind them, boiling the thick snow up into a glowing mix of fire and steam between them and the rear bikes. Either side, the two escorts keep pace, trying to shield the space around the precious snowmobile-while also giving its driver room to maneuver.
The swinging trailer, meanwhile, slams dead into the Fallen bike beside it. Jars and cans go flying, yes – but the bike spins wildly away and falls behind them, electric arcs snapping from its cracked side. A minute later Furiosa sends a second scuttering to a halt in the snow, its rider slumped at the controls. The escort rider on that side has to swing around it, but he flashes Furiosa a relieved thumbs-up when he recovers.
It’s become hard to see just what’s going on behind them. From above, Natalie glimpses the pack swerve and slow before they’re obscured by the steam cloud her Pokemon is raising. For a few moments there’s silence but for the sound of engines, human and alien alike. Then one of the enemy bikes surges out of the haze. Its engines flare with blue fire as it accelerates nimbly past the trailer and the left flank escort bike, up past the left-hand side of the snowmobile itself. The alien machine is screaming as the rider swings it in a 180-degree turn, slinging it almost in front of Furiosa’s ride and daring her to risk slamming into it. No time to think, only to do.
But it is absolutely trying to force her right and in among the trees.
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The swinging trailer, meanwhile, slams dead into the Fallen bike beside it. Jars and cans go flying, yes – but the bike spins wildly away and falls behind them, electric arcs snapping from its cracked side. A minute later Furiosa sends a second scuttering to a halt in the snow, its rider slumped at the controls. The escort rider on that side has to swing around it, but he flashes Furiosa a relieved thumbs-up when he recovers.
It’s become hard to see just what’s going on behind them. From above, Natalie glimpses the pack swerve and slow before they’re obscured by the steam cloud her Pokemon is raising. For a few moments there’s silence but for the sound of engines, human and alien alike. Then one of the enemy bikes surges out of the haze. Its engines flare with blue fire as it accelerates nimbly past the trailer and the left flank escort bike, up past the left-hand side of the snowmobile itself. The alien machine is screaming as the rider swings it in a 180-degree turn, slinging it almost in front of Furiosa’s ride and daring her to risk slamming into it. No time to think, only to do.
But it is absolutely trying to force her right and in among the trees.