R2 throwing cars

It would take more than that to keep ol' Saxton Hale down. And running didn't mean he couldn't fight. The shootout had gotten all the pedestrians to evacuate the road.

They'd left their cars behind. Perfect.

Hale grabbed the nearest truck and felt the metal crunch under his grip. He didn't hesitate. He just tossed it, one-handed. The next one was one of those two-seater mini-cars, he threw it like a crumpled note. Everything he could get his grubby mitts on, he chucked. It would've been convenient if that stopped Moriarty, but it was just distraction. He swung his coffin at the flying cars and swatted them away like a horsetail and a fly. Such exactitude. Totally not Hale's style.