Celinda
"So uh.. Are you sure I have to carry you in this coffin?" 

*Harpy's first words to her friend for the first time in several minutes. She had waited until they had gotten closer to the Scrapyard in New London, and it was starting to get uncomfortable maintaining that awkard grip she had on the coffin. She held its latch but did it with 2 hands to make sure she held it true, but that meant her big hands pushed into each other causing mild discomfort.*

*This was the first time Harpy was wearing her new costume, Winds' Garb, and it made her appearance much less militant and much more angelic. A bright white reflecting off her and her innumerable feathers, she was easy to spot from anywhere. And with this cumbersome coffin in hand, it made an easy task even easier.* 

"I haven't seen Ratchet anywhere.. And thank you for coming along, I don't want her to be a lasting blemish on my reputation." 

*Harpy continued after a pause, she was a bit put off by the coffin. Even knowing that Morgue was for the lack of a better word, undead, she still worried over the safety of it. Being in a coffin must be bad for everyone short of the deceased.*
Harley
`"The aesthetic matters when it comes to make an impression on other capes."` her voice echoed from the inside, escaping through the breathing holes on the side of the coffin. `"Even if it's a bit brightly colored, the impact of you dropping me onto the scene has got to be a little intimidating, I figure, in that sense, we're both doing each other a favor here, for both our reputations, so don't worry about it."`

She had somewhat of a point, even if like she mentioned, the cute visage of a cat on the front, and the cute bright pastel trans colors sort of diminished the image of a real coffin.

`"About her, think we'll really find her by just patrolling the city? I went back and read the news for the following day, you totaled her tech, among other things. Great work by the way, fighting tinkers can be stressful, and risky, glad to hear you held your own."`
Nina
As the two began to approach the scrapyard, unsure of the chances of finding their mark, a large 'POP' would echo from out of the scrapyard. Plumes of dust shot into the sky and smoke visibly began to cloud the area. It wasn't easy to see anything from this distance from the sound and debris made it easy to tell that something was going on. A loud 'VROOM' shook the scrapyard as a vehicle, distantly, revved it's engines. It may be that they just got lucky in uncovering their quarry, even if it seems the villain isn't fully defenseless right now.
Celinda
"Oop-" 

*Harpy jumped a bit from the sudden sound of an explosion, but excitement coursed through her every fiber upon hearing the rev of an engine. She found her mark. She tensed her muscles and brought the coffin closer to chest.* 

"Did'ya hear that?! We found her! I'll get us closer." *Harpy was scared and excited simultaneously. On one hand, the feeling of failure and frustration hinted at her mind like a cringy memory. She didn't want to be made a fool a second time, incompetency in the eyes of the people was a terrible thing. However, she was eager to prove herself capable. Not only to the public but also to herself, so far every event she's been in has resulted in her failure. That was going to turn around, today!* 

*She folded her wings enough to begin a descent while maintaining a glide. Her aim was to gain speed on her approach and expedite her time of arrival. As she got closer to the ground and she would completely unfurl her wings, catching the air and stopping her vertical descent.* 

"Do I throw you in front of the vehicle or on top?"
Harley
`"On-Top!"` Morgue sounded from the inside the coffin. `"If she runs me over, I'll be okay, but this coffin won't be! Not very effective imagery to be run over IN the coffin."`

Morgue mentally prepared herself for the kind of fight she was getting into, but found her self lacking on a few aspects. Luckily, Harpy had already fought ratchet, So she had an expert on the topic literally carrying her into battle.

`"So real quick, before you drop me, Any tips on what to do when I am that close? I can probably wreck her Vehicle up something nasty, But doesn't help if she's got tricks up her sleves to circumvent that."`
Nina
The roar of an engine shook the scrapyard the closer they got. A backfire blasted out like gunfire and smoke fumed out in large clouds as the engine ran. A massive truck came into view of the dynamic duo, sputtering and puffing. It was the size of a dump truck with a large bin on the back to collect the scrap lifted by a large scoop mounted on the front. The wheels were massive and crunched broken down husks of cars under the wheels. It didn't look battle ready particularly but it was tough and big.

Ratchet sat in the cockpit of the vehicle as it loaded itself with scrap. The villainess seemed focused. The machine sputtered and lifted a big pile of scraps into the back of the machine with a whine of gears before going down to scoop more.
Celinda
"I don't see any guns or weapons besides the claw she's using. It might be supremely strong though so be careful there. Also, she had a fast vehicle, and it was able to transform in 3 different forms, so I'd say be cautious of what might be happening and keep an eye open." 

*Harpy spoke, getting closer and closer to Ratchet, who seemed to not have noticed them. She reared her wings backs and tilted upwards, gaining height before she began beating her wings to increase her altitude even more. After she was sufficiently high, she would change her grip on the coffin before plummeting down.* 

"Hey! Ratchet! I heard you could use some spare metal!" 

*She wasted no time in throwing the coffin, bottom first, right at the vehicle. She doubted, since it was presumably tinkertech, that it would do much damage to the vehicle. Harpy had her wings out to slow her descent, she wanted to maintain her height for now, her vision would serve her better there.* 

"Did ya miss me?!"
Harley
The coffin SLAMMED against the vehicle, a dark ominous groan emanating from the inside. After just a second, the door violently swung open and out came the frankenstiened beast that was MORGUE.

She'd been making a name for herself, and this certainly lended to the stories. "I arise, from beyond the grave!" Morgue hollered, closing the door behind her and taking a grasp of the coffin. Her gaze finally fell upon Ratchet and she knelt down to almost meet her eyes at level.

"I think, it'd be in your best interest, to surrender in a calm 'n orderly fashion, Or this just gets harder for the both of us."
Nina
The vehicle shook as it drove and the villain inside seemed to startle when she saw the two heroes. Her eyes traced the flight pattern of Harpy with a wariness. She wasn't going to let these two get her this easy. She wasn't nearly as kitted as the last fight but she still had some tricks up her sleeves. A button was pressed on the truck and the whine of speakers echoed through the scrapyard.

"Oh piss off, I'm not going to surrender to you two chumps."

The machine groaned as the accelerator was slammed and it jumped forward in one harsh motion, picking up speed and making wide turns that shook the whole vehicle. The exhaust spat black smoke from the sides in a large spurt that made it difficult to fly around without choking. It rolled over another junk of debris and jolted with the bump, causing a loud whine from the engine.
Celinda
*Harpy was pleased to see the plan work so far. Seeing the spectacle that Morgue made almost caused Harpy to cringe, she wasn't very big on the theatrics of cape work. But besides that, she needed to focus on capturing Ratchet.* 

"Ratch-" *Harpy choked on the putrid smoke that bellowed from the exhaust beneath her. She burst into coughs as she lost altitude, maneuvering herself away and behind the vehicle. She doubted that exhaust level of toxicity was on purpose, but it meant if Harpy wanted to catch up she would need to fly through that exhaust at some point.* 

"Ratchet! I don't want to destroy your gear again! So please just make this easy on us!" 

*Harpy shouted forward, doubtful if her voice was even audible competing against the loud roar of that thundering engine. She beat her wings to gain height before propelling herself forward, tilting down to increase her speed to catch up as quickly as she could.* 

*Harpy didn't have the best speed, without the right conditions she couldn't hope to catch up to a fast enough vehicle, it needed to be now.*
Harley
In line with what Harpy wished out of this interaction, Morgue refrained from punching a whole straight through the windshield, and instead griped so tight to the hood and cab that she may have indented the metal just trying to stay stable as Ratchet took the vehicle for a spin

"You oughta think twice about sayin' no. Only reason your dump truck isn't in a heap right now is because our mutual acquaintance is so nice!"

Morgue stood with one grip to the frame of the cab, standing on the hood, she dipped her head down towards the passenger side window. "How's this, cut the engine, and we can talk. Keep it going and I'll rip it out the entire block." She surely showed, by virtue of not being flung free from the truck, that she had the strength to follow up on her threat, a harsh look of annoyance on her face as she spoke.