Failing to balance herself, Elektra lost hold of the gun, hearing metal scatter on pavement, as the sound rushed further behind them. Seeing stars, her hands operated on their own, grabbing Scarecrow's clothing again. If she was going to stop him, and long enough for the police to respond - there were yet none in pursuit - it was going to require an immediate and drastic measure.
Her arms enveloped his waist in a tight hug, hands locking together. Natchios slammed her forehead into the back of his, causing a splitting pain, then shoved toward the empty street, hoping to use her own body weight to drag him off the horse with her.