"Moby, you IDIOT!" Zephyr sighed. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." Turning around, the cat whipped out his custom pistol and took out the remainding inquisitors with nonfatal shots... and much more fatal stabs. He also made sure that at least one guy took an arrow to the knee. He chuckled. "I love that joke," he said. "Now to fetch Toby and that dude that he mistook me for earlier." Pressing a button on the dashboard, Zephyr raced towards Moby and Serva, scooping them up in a capture sidecar and separating them. He filled both containers with knockout gas, then saw some inquisitor vehicles heading towards him. He sped of in the opposite direction. "Guys, get the hell out of there NOW," he said, going at full speed. Taking out a flare gun he fired it at the snow leopard, striking him in the chest... and knowing for a fact it wasn't going to do any good.