....hmm. Roll around and see if I can get an arm attached to tge base of my skull. Work on putting myself back together, bigger and scarier.
[2]
You wiggle your mandible around a bit but can't manage to do anything. Hmm. This is increasingly looking like it was a poor idea.
Ken vaults into the drivers seat and hits the gas, swerving the car around and driving towards the road.
[6]
You jump out of your seat, swing on the roll cage and slam down into the driver's seat with a heavy thud. You shift the car into reverse and stomp on the gas. The wheels spin, spraying a shredded goo of eyeball juice and bits before they finally get traction. You reverse across the field, aiming for the exit. One of the Bone thieves, a long limbed and skinny gray humanoid with three arms and a sunken hole for a face, catches hold of the roll cage and pulls itself on. It clings to the driver side of the jeep, 10 feet tall and heavy enough to cause the vehicle to list dangerously to one side. You ignore it for the moment and manage to get the jeep back onto the "Historic" route, where the tires gain even more traction.
No one gives a fuck, maggot, either shut up or help me find a source of fire.
While looking for anything I could use to set things that aren't myself on fire (don't include any parts of people near me, the jeep, any parts of the jeep, etc. Only things inside the jeep that aren't my travelling companions or myself), get my pen out of my pocket and hold it threateningly.
You don't see anything in the area that looks terribly flammable. You know the Round yellow guy has a lighter but he's hiding it somewhere you can't see it! You whip out your pen and jab it threateningly toward the Bone Thief, all the while backing up to be on the other side of the car.
Drive-by shanking? Drive-by shanking. Let go of the syringe if it gets stuck, wouldn't want to fall out of the Jeep.
[2]
You squeeze past the guy waving the pen and take a swing at the Bone Thief with your syringe. You completely wiff it. Hmm Gonna blame that on the motion of the car. Yeah, threw off your aim. Thats right.
The Bone Thief reaches out with its third arm, the one in the center of its chest, and grabs hold of Ken's left arm. The hand seems to pass through the flesh as though it weren't there, ghosting painlessly into the arm. A moment later it pulls both the radius and Ulna out in the same way; they're perfectly clean and the entire action hasn't even broken the skin. The act of removing it might not have been painful, but the arm collapsing into a fleshy, useless sausage is. Ken screeches and loses control of the jeep, cutting off the road and into the dunes.