When things were calmer, when adrenaline had faded, The Spine would apologize for grabbing Furiosa without so much as a warning. There were more important things to worry about, like the front tires of the car sinking a good four inches, the creak of metal hinting that the creature had grabbed hold of the undercarriage somewhere and had a good hold. And the way the car was jerked and tugged by the grip, the bot worried that Throttle would have trouble escaping before the creature had the car under the sand.

So when they got close enough, he let go of Furiosa's hand, sand spraying as he skidded to a halt, grabbing hold of the car by the rollcage, bracing against the sudden tug from the creature trying to drag it under. Heels drove furrows into the dirt, but with a shift of his stance the bot seemed to be holding his own, keeping the car from being dragged under by the mysterious creature.

"Throttle get out of there!" He didn't know how long he could keep the Septireme above the ground, didn't want to risk the Warboy going under with it. Steam hissed from vents as his grasp tightened, metal crumpling under his fingers with a creak, the creature trying to drag the car under screeching it's frustration at being stymied.