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The monster truck gave clarity to its name, as it roared down the streets like nothing else in the world. Every metallic sound meant a new car was either being squashed or torn to piece under its massive, moving wheels.
Had it not been for Batwoman swiftly burying her grappling hook into the roof, she would have been thrown off immediately.
The moment the car turned right, it started turning a parking lot into a scrapyard.
She tightened her grip and grinned her teeth as sparks and metal sprayed up into the air. She wrapped the steel wire from the grappling hook around her forearm and let go with the other. With all the strength, she could muster, she held on with just one hand and armed herself with the other.

Tumbling around on the roof would get her killed and the driver knew it. He could just act like a drunken daredevil and wait for her to fall or get knocked off his armored roof.

In a combination of will and skill Batwoman managed to force herself up to an upright position, take a step forward and unload a few bullets into his windshield.
Success! The car started to swerve, as the cracks in the glass had to make it difficult for the lieutenant to see much of anything.
Then a giant hand shattered the windshield, once again clearing the view.

[i]Dammit! [/i]
Cursing under her breath, Batwoman aimed at one of the tires and emptied her clip into it, only to have the bullets bounce right back at her.
Another quick turn made her swing around like a rag-doll, and while struggling to hold on, she noticed the monster truck was coming up to a highly populate road.  She would have to do something, or it would be a slaughter. But there was no getting into the car, not when holding on took this much balance and strength. There was no puncturing the tires or firing through the roof. Every big surface was reinforced with some kind of titanium alloy. Even the hook, she had attached, fought to stay in place, as it had not been able to pierce the car properly.

[color=f7976a]“I am the one who traveled to the end of the world!” [/color]Batwoman started to yell out, while using her free hand to eject the mag of her pistol.
[color=f7976a]“I am the heart of war!”[/color] She slid a new one in though the car did everything but offer a steady environment to do so.
[color=f7976a]“I am the one who survived!”[/color] She rolled to the side of the truck and aimed down once again.
[color=f7976a]“I am Batwoman!”[/color] she screamed out and fired every single bullet into the visible sway bar between wheel and chassis.

Roaring like a monster in pain, the car and right wheel separated. What followed was the Armageddon of car-crashes.