Jacque roughly wrapped his arms around the waists of Krait and Sparkplug, yanking them away from whatever they attempted to use for support as the jet whirled towards the ground "[b]Hold on![/b]" he growled before throwing himself at the window of the cockpit. The windshield stood no chance as half a ton of bone,muscle, and thick hide smashed into it, shattering it with only the midis resistance. Luckily for Jacque, the dropping of the jet had brought him close enough to the ground so that when his plummet was finally ended with solid pavement, the only real damage was to the street itself, evidenced by the impressions of his feet on the asphalt, and the cracks that surrounded them. Jacque looked down to his team mates, who he figured would be none the worse for wear, "[b]You two alright?[/b]".