Utterly Mad

Seb's eyes locked onto a pair of aviators.  It'd have to do.  He grabbed them and perched them awkwardly on the bridge of his muzzle then moved towards the side door Amy was at, cranking the heating element on the way.  "Move!" he commanded, nudging Amy out of the entryway with his shoulder and braced the flamethrower against the doorframe, pulling the trigger to unleash a white-hot jet of napalm in the direction of the muscle car, aiming for the driver's cabin.  He flinches, eyes squinted in anticipation behind reflective lenses, not quite trusting their capabilities in the face of this inferno.