[Over the sheer unbelievable noise of Suneater's roar, let alone the general chaos of battle, it might be difficult to pick out individual sounds. But someone with very good hearing might be able to detect the faint noise...]
[Of an engine revving.]
[Several miles up in the air.]
[Said noise is also rapidly becoming much louder to anyone particularly near Suneater, as a distant speck begins to resolve into an extremely high-speed blur vaguely recognizable as Jailbreak's car, using the enchantment that allows it to drive on any surface to charge forward on the road made by Suneater's own miasma.]
[She's driven on smoke before, after all.]
[Jailbreak's sitting in the driver's seat, pressing the gas pedal into the floor so hard she's leaving dents, and still pulling more and more alarmingly dramatic levers to add further speed. By this point the car is travelling so fast that, even with the safety enchantments, she's honestly having a little trouble not blacking out.]
[But she grits her teeth, opens a panel under the steering wheel, and yanks one last handle.]
[And the car moves too fast to be seen. ...But not, just barely, too fast to stop Jail from frantically slamming her free hand down on the red button she'd had it hovering over when she pulled the last lever.]
[It's labeled emergency eject.]
[Which is good, because at the time she manages to press it, the car is positioned to plow directly into Suneater's uninjured eye, and still accelerating.]
[Quite some distance away, Jailbreak herself appears inside the command room of the Mechacademy, sitting in the abruptly-teleported front seat of the car. She's still clutching a disembodied gearshift in one hand so hard her knuckles are white.]
[A passing technical aide gives her a look.]
Sorry I'm late, traffic was murder.
[...well, at least she thinks she's funny.]
[Whatever the results of her last ditch effort are, she's hoping they'll make a dent, at least. If not from the car itself, then from the very, very large amount of C4 in the trunk.]
[Really, this is Daybreak's fault for giving her a budget.]
no subject
[Of an engine revving.]
[Several miles up in the air.]
[Said noise is also rapidly becoming much louder to anyone particularly near Suneater, as a distant speck begins to resolve into an extremely high-speed blur vaguely recognizable as Jailbreak's car, using the enchantment that allows it to drive on any surface to charge forward on the road made by Suneater's own miasma.]
[She's driven on smoke before, after all.]
[Jailbreak's sitting in the driver's seat, pressing the gas pedal into the floor so hard she's leaving dents, and still pulling more and more alarmingly dramatic levers to add further speed. By this point the car is travelling so fast that, even with the safety enchantments, she's honestly having a little trouble not blacking out.]
[But she grits her teeth, opens a panel under the steering wheel, and yanks one last handle.]
[And the car moves too fast to be seen. ...But not, just barely, too fast to stop Jail from frantically slamming her free hand down on the red button she'd had it hovering over when she pulled the last lever.]
[It's labeled emergency eject.]
[Which is good, because at the time she manages to press it, the car is positioned to plow directly into Suneater's uninjured eye, and still accelerating.]
[Quite some distance away, Jailbreak herself appears inside the command room of the Mechacademy, sitting in the abruptly-teleported front seat of the car. She's still clutching a disembodied gearshift in one hand so hard her knuckles are white.]
[A passing technical aide gives her a look.]
Sorry I'm late, traffic was murder.
[...well, at least she thinks she's funny.]
[Whatever the results of her last ditch effort are, she's hoping they'll make a dent, at least. If not from the car itself, then from the very, very large amount of C4 in the trunk.]
[Really, this is Daybreak's fault for giving her a budget.]