Aimdodging flight

I had to push hard to fly out in front, my arms outstretched wide and Wretch stretched out wider. A momentary stop, working on the assumption the bullets would be accurate, turning to face one direction while flying the opposite, in an effort to confuse-

The Wretch caught a bullet. In the moment the Wretch was gone, so soon after that I imagined it would have been blocked by the Wretch had it been a tenth of a second faster, Sveta grabbed me by the cloth at the small of my back. She was already pulling herself to a destination, and in the process, she pulled me too.

I went high, because I could, and because I knew the people shooting at us wouldn't be aiming that high with their initial battery. For a moment, I was kind of Sveta's kite.

***

The guards shot out the hinges, and at that point, there was no keeping the door up. I flew to intercept, and as I saw their movements as they turned to track me, I shifted course, flying up. With the Wretch active, I hit the ceiling just above the door, where the light was.

We still have pursuers from behind.

"We've got two red lines from the compass!" Capricorn called out.

Red line?

I flew back and away, so I'd have a second to think. I was in the middle of evasive maneuvers when a bullet hit the Wretch.

Changing course, I put myself close to the building, so the overhang above the door would provide some cover from the shooter.

They shot elsewhere.

- Gleaming 9.9