Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20181125222027/@comment-30014014-20181203001015

Mordekai wastes no time thinking about out racing them. Of course, the harpy is his big concern right now. A rather explosive solution comes to his mind.

Ducking left and right as to avoid getting lacerated, his free hand clenches on the trasmitor as his foot presses on the brakes "Y'all better duck!"

He ducks as he does, making the wheels screech as the Jeep comes to a dead stop, narrowly avoiding the harpy's talons in a gesture to use their own velocity against them.

Far from done, Mordekai quickly puts the Jeep on park mode before taking a hand on his sports bag. It comes out with a wire of fireworks "Uncle Sam's very own supplies of manufctured 4th of July's celebration pack. Packed with enough fire and light to bring day to the darkest of nights or your money back!"

He lights up the fuse before hurling it at the harpy "Uncle Sam says happy 4th of July!"

With hurried pace, he turns the car around, shifting the gears to drive, pressing the pedal to the metal as the Jeep screeches once more, picking up speed...in the opposit direction where the monsters were going. His plan, catch the nearest intersection to pick up the slack...

Meanwhile, the fireworks detonate midway, as the fuse was remarkably short, erupting into a geyser of light and sparks. Smoke follows heavily, encroaching the air with heat and sight with smog.