If the thought she could spare a breath to respond, Elektra had little to say. The look on her face was message enough. She couldn't win in a footrace with a horse, and jacking a vehicle would take too long. She only hoped the police back at the cordon had the wherewithall to call in backup, because her radio was still sitting in the agency car. She looked to the street, and saw what might be her only chance to clear the distance and dismount the Scarecrow.
Angling just slightly, she placed her foot firmly on the bumper of an old Cadillac, not slowing down. Two steps on the roof of the car, and she leapt forward, tucking her legs up, knees rolling painfully on a cargo van. Coming out of the roll and pushing off of the Econoline, she jumped as hard as she could, landing sharply on the horses hind end. Her hands grasped wildly for his clothing, to keep her from falling right off again. Elektra slid to the side, her head dangerously close to slamming into another car.