[b]She couldn't move, obvious at her state in the air, but she wouldn't fly backwards either. The missile hit, exploding as her shielding flared a bright ruby red, weakening, as she still sunk and impacted the ground. The concrete cracked, splintering under her near 500 pound weight, as she rolled with an odd elegance. Lunging at him once she was back upright, she knocked the sword to the side with her own knife, moving to tackle him.[/b]