Gyre does! not! feel good about any of this. He continued circling around them as they ran before just taking the lead and getting a little ways ahead. Better to check for traps in front then be stuck behind them if an actual fight came.

And an actual fight does come. The window shatters inwards and the glass shards explode against the shield he instinctually throws up between them. He pauses a moment there, looking up, up, at the monster before the actually painful heat of the air strikes him. He hisses softly, and uh turns. This is not the place to be anymore.

"Yeah, another monster. This way is not an option anymore," he says quickly, turning on his heels to go back the way they came. Rory's been on top of Luka, so he'll leave him to her, climbing over the seats so he can start clearing the chairs out of their way so they can hopefully retreat into the previous car. A monster that pushes a little doesn't seem anywhere near as bad as one that makes just breathing the steaming air hurt.

"Let's go."