Arget gave the controls a tug - yanking himself UUUP!  Then DOOOWN... he swooped low, still getting the hang of it, an unarmed caboose to this train of destruction.  "I've got you, you bitch..." He growls, his lips curling up expectantly, before he hits the clothesline and topples to the pavement below, slamming Mag right in the tail from above, grappling her scales as his busted glider jabs into his skin, impales and lodges itself in her coils somewhere, scrapes the pavement, and he's being dragged along the whole time.  "DAMNSHITASSBITCHHELLFUCK!" He howls as he's dragged and bounced along the road with her, completely out of control and unable to get loose.