Clearly they won't be getting too far even with wheels. Almost immediately, the pair are met with an opposition of brambles that has Celty pull her bike up short. She brings her hand out again, although this time it isn't to fashion a helmet.

The shadows elongate, forming a staff and finally a curving blade- a black scythe. She grasps it tightly and swings, the blade proving very much tangible as it cuts through the offending plants with ease. Two sweeps clears their path, and again they move forth, Celty holding the blade out at the side in preparation for future roadblocks.