The suit was strong, incredibly so, but Rai was a child of dragons, heiress to their legendary strength. She was wounded, but she was still in her home, driven by battle rage, pain, and wounded pride. So she held, and her mighty wings flapped once, spinning through the water, adding the suits’s thrusters to her own speed, she hurtled downwards, and dashed the suit and it’s occupants against the ground with serious force, her other, broken arm flapping behind her uselessly.