Flight + Deflection

Faceless, featureless, biker girl wrestled to get to a more upright position, and she leaned back far enough to catch the hook of her right hand on my breastplate. She reared back, other arm back, and I did a barrel-roll.

The hook came at me as she fell away, a last-ditch effort to catch herself. I brought out my forcefield just long enough to deflect it, and the hook caught on that instead. When I put the Wretch back where it belonged a moment later, she fell.

Biker-girl was eerie, because of the black melted-plastic look, the faceless visor, and the fact I hadn't heard her make a sound.

I flew after her, faster than she fell, and I was ready to catch her if she needed it. I watched as she used the hook-arms to swipe at the tree branches, trying to find traction. She caught one branch with two hooks, and one slipped free of the thinner edge of the branch. She swung in a quarter-circle before the other hook came free as well.

- Pitch 6.2