Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183250/@comment-5543592-20190901201238

Shrike tucked her knees into her chest, balling up and tumbling through air, end over end. She unsprung, arm stretching wide to its furtherest fiber, and her finger tips touched the side of Vertibird.

It was all see needed. The windspeed and jet stream immediately sucked her away, but she slammed her palm into the side of the aircraft, digging in. The metal folded up, spliting, and her fingers dragged gouges into it as she was pulled backwards, jaw clenched with effort. She clung on by that one hand, fighting to keep a hold against sheer air pressure. She swung about, but her grip was firm.

An alarming beeping noise was coming from the Vertibird's console.

"Get her off!" Priors shouted over his shoulder.. "You gotta get her off right now!"

Josey lifted his gun at Shrike, but hesitated, releasing that if he did shoot at her now, he'd be directing gunfire towards the fusselage.

"Well this ain't good."