The road is narrow and the Beast makes light work of the first few rows of trees, smashing through the trunks and flattening the drones unfortunate enough to be in their path as they fall. Belle detaches, the clamps that hold her in place releasing their grip as they were designed to do and she rolls in another direction, her arms and legs tucked neatly by her side transforming her into a cannon ball. She ploughs through an embankment sending a shower of wet mud spraying over the surrounding trees and comes to a standstill somewhere off in the shadows of the forest.

The beast continues to roll and Steve grabs Dylan’s head to protect him from the weapons and ammunition crates in the back seat now bouncing around inside the cabin. Hitting a heavier tree it suddenly comes to a standstill