If the skull could grin anymore, it would.
Behind the priest, the bike guns.
Nick has no illusions. In time, the priest would get his shit together, figure out the chain, and this would turn into an ugly fight. He has no intentions of letting it get that far.
He stops trying to reel the guy in and just makes the chain grow spikes to hold him a little longer as the flaming wheels bear down on him. Yeah, just because he was knocked off, he still has control of the bike.
"Too late."
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