Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183250/@comment-5543592-20190901230340

Shrike looked up from her duck just in time to see the fuel cannister flying towards her. It hit her completely and, with the force of the wind behind it the cannister, it forced her off the side of the plane. The metal ripped as her fingers were pried from it, one by one, and the Vertibird even pitched to the left slightly as a result.

"Whoa!" Priors shouted, scrambling to regain control.

They could see Shrike and the fuel cannister falling away, the latter dropping like a stone. The former was looking back up the plane, arms and legs out, slowing her distance. She watched it for a long while as she fell away, and then spun in the air, preparing herself for a hard landing.

"Prolly won't even slow her down five minutes." Josey murmured, watching the hitwoman fall out of sight. "But it's five she don't have no more."