Furiosa doesn't usually Witness her foes, but as ways to die go, that was pretty chrome. She won't say anything now, but just wait until she gets back to the Citadel and tells the Ace about this one.

Unfortunately, she hasn't come out unscathed. The same collision that scraped the Fallen biker loose wreaked havoc on her left side. There are a few scratches, maybe splinters, on her cheek, but her eye is mercifully unharmed. Further down, a wicked spike of frozen wood from the felled tree has impaled her shoulder. It's hit nothing vital, but it's bleeding and it looks horrible.

Her metal arm is wrenched and twisted, straps and hydraulics snapped. It might be a total loss; she can't tell yet. She has to forge ahead anyway; they're still being pursued, so she presses hard on the accelerator and grits her teeth as the snowmobile roars ahead.

"Kinner," she says thickly, "I need you to cut the straps to my arm and put it on the floor. Gonna need my elbow-joint free to steer."

Her gaze is wide in the rearview mirror when the wave of water comes up behind them. That's impressive, like nothing else she's seen so far on the field today, and she makes a note to say something to Natalie later.

Right now, though, the road demands her focus.