The ground was fast approaching, wind whipping sharply against the metal of Mira's armor. This was it. Bringing her arms close to her body, she dove like a swan, flowing freely through the air towards certain death; to any other human, that is. She, was a spartan. There was no way in hell she would allow herself to die here, before the mission could even begin. Drawing in a sharp breath, she spun in the air, flames from space licking at her suit, begging to singe the light skin that lay underneath. 

Passing through the dark clouds, and bursting into the atmosphere, Mira clenched her jaw tightly. As much as she'd have liked to check on those behind her, she couldn't risk turning her head without the possibility of her whole weight transferring over, the other's were as alone as she was, in a state of free fall. The black of the abyss sky painted itself into green, forming a treeline and growing a seemingly impossible world. They were entering the ring.
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She had landed only about three minutes prior. It had taken about a full minute to recover from the shock of the landing, as she had roughly crashed against the side of a hill. That kind of thing can do things to a person. Shaking her head, and thanking whatever god there was for her sturdy armor, Mira hobbled off in search of the other recruits. Hopefully she wouldn't have to search too far. Clicking on her mic, which had been damaged during the crash, she fought through the static trying to catch any sign of life from her team.