When the car rocks and starts sinking, Throttle yelps, eyes wide, and gets tumbled to the side. He's quick to try scrambling back up, but the Spine's fears are justified; the way the vehicle is being thrashed and worried, he keeps getting hurled into the dash and the seats awkwardly before he can reach the door handles.
Furiosa still has her gun drawn, and once she's released she crouches, hastening toward the back of the car where the monster has it gripped. She squeezes off a round or two, but there's no way to get a good shot in. The sand and the car itself block her way, and she swears loudly.
The hiss of steam from the Spine's vents make her turn, wide eyed, and really look at what he's doing. Fukushima. It's a tug of war between a ridiculously powerful monster, and a silver metal man pouring steam and fog like some kind of angel of the Fury Road. She's struck by the image, just for a split second.
Then Throttle hurls himself through an open front window and scrambles away. He's managed to grab the rifle, which is good because as soon as the Spine lets go or loses his grip, their car is going down.
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Furiosa still has her gun drawn, and once she's released she crouches, hastening toward the back of the car where the monster has it gripped. She squeezes off a round or two, but there's no way to get a good shot in. The sand and the car itself block her way, and she swears loudly.
The hiss of steam from the Spine's vents make her turn, wide eyed, and really look at what he's doing. Fukushima. It's a tug of war between a ridiculously powerful monster, and a silver metal man pouring steam and fog like some kind of angel of the Fury Road. She's struck by the image, just for a split second.
Then Throttle hurls himself through an open front window and scrambles away. He's managed to grab the rifle, which is good because as soon as the Spine lets go or loses his grip, their car is going down.