Their car lurches forward on the kickback of the god damn explosion Eliot just miraculously engineered, and it's all Castor can do to snap a hand out and grab Eliot's elbow, keep him from falling right out. He rides the wave as best he can and then hits the gas. That shit just bought them enough time to put real distance between themselves and their pursuers.

"Holy shit, what the fuck was that?!" he shrills, half-laughing. "How did you do that? Wait, better question." His eyes are on the fast-approaching ravine. Yeah, a single-file chase would be better for them, but no chase at all would be even better. And if the wall were to conveniently collapse behind them...

"Can you do it again?" He looks at Eliot, nodding slightly ahead to communicate the idea.