Mad Max POP figures

A scorched world, engines on fire, and in the dust, these mini-specters frozen mid-chase. Max grits his teeth, his battered silhouette ready to leap off its POP base. Furiosa, a wrench for her only compass, fixes her gaze far ahead. Immortan Joe, grotesque relic of tyranny, sits enthroned in dust-white plastic, mask over a death rattle. Nux smiles like a martyr already dead, Capable hovers behind him, almost gentle amid the carnage. Coma-Doof Warrior, flame-guitar in hand, mouth wide open and chest glowing red, turns silence into a mute roar. There is no road to follow here: just fragments of fury, miniaturized with violence. Each figure looks like the echo of a storm.