Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140323033228/@comment-7838080-20140710002725

Deryn soared up into the air like a rocket, the wind whipping past her face as she went up to her attack point. She knew this one carried a bunch of risk on her end. Many had called her crazy for what she was about to do. She was about to turn herself into a living missile.

1,498...1,499...1,500...Alright...here I go...

Having reached her altitude, the falcon oriented her body straight down, and then put her jet pack on full burn. Deryn rocketed down, and heard her pack run out of fuel. Moments later, the girl drew her blades, guards forward so that the spikes would be the first to impact. She simply closed her eyes and prayed to be alive at the end of it.

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A millisecond later, she impacted the Deathstalker with a tremendous amount of force, feeling the beasts armor crack underneath it. She could also feel the force nearly rip her body apart, her arms ripping out of their sockets as she just about blacked out.

Limp, her body rolled off the beast's armor, falling to the ground moments later. It took all Deryn could muster not to scream from the pain.