A Leap of Desperation

"Asaeya!" Upon seeing the shuttle drop to the ground, Inala shrieked in alarm, infusing Prana into his throat. His shout alerted the elites as they launched their Spirit Weapons, intending to catch the shuttle.

"H-Heavy!" An elite grunted in pain as his Spirit Weapon, a spear, stabbed into the shuttle, intending to pull it back up. But, it was too heavy for him, since he was only an elite. All he managed to do was buy a second before the shuttle fell past his range.

Spurting out blood, the elite collapsed, exhausted of all Prana. The other elites in the area were farther away and were a moment late in reacting, for they had been targeting the Zingers.

Inala sprinted without a moment of hesitation and jumped over the edge. His Prana surged into his bag and made a glove fly out. When an elite slowed down the shuttle's fall, Inala used the chance to push forth his glove with all his might.