"Don't panic!" Jamie hisses in her ear, struggling to maintain his balance as the bike dances unpleasantly under them, but he's starting to get seriously concerned.

The beasts just. Keep. Coming.

And they're out of easily-reached weapons.

Spittle flying, the monstrous things make an unholy cry of anticipation as they close on their intended victims, cutting them off before they reached the pass between an outbuilding and fenced enclosure. Not particularly warming to the idea of becoming their dinner, Jamie jerks his head to the left, eyes the building (some sort of barn?) and makes a split-second decision.

One he'll undoubtedly have to make up for, later.

If they live.

He slams into Eleanor's back and grabs the left handlebar with no small amount of force, sending them hurtling into the barn.