Niesha listened to the more then inadequate instruction on just how to land safely. It left a lot of room for doubt, in Nieshas mind. The wind was already whipping at her clothes, making her feel like she was going to leave the ground at any moment and be swept away by her shirt. She swallowed, and knelt, lowering her centre of gravity and making it harder for the wind to pick at her, tucking in her pants to her boots, and tighten her leather jerkin. She had no way of securing her bow other then to loop it through one arm. 

Niesha was terrified of heights. Probably a weird thing to be terrified off in an aircraft, but it wasn't bad on the ship itself. Looking down, feeling the wind, that scared her. It made her feel weak and small, something she promised herself she would never be again. She shivered, and pretended it was from the cold of the wind buffering her. As the instructions were over, Niesha grimaced and rose. She couldn't refuse to go, nor could she linger, knowing that that would make it worse. As soon as she was clear enough to jump out, she did so, squeezing her eyes tight shut.

The wind rushed passed her, harder and faster then it had on the ship. Her hair billowed out, whacking painfully back against her skin like a whip. Her clothes snapped and flapped despite all she had done to prevent that, and Niesha, already small, felt miniscule. A sob racked up her chest and out her mouth, to travel soundlessly through the air. She fought with her sticks for a moment, panic setting in, her normal hand feeling clumsy, her fingers thick and slow, while her other hand fought for purchase. 

Just when she thought she was going to just keep on falling, she managed to succeed in pulling them apart, focusing on the instructions, poor as they were, that they had been given. [i]Twist it in the middle, disconnect, and make an X with your body[/i] seemed simply enough, but the wind tore at her, gravity and pressure making it hard to move. Her bow almost slipped away, and she was sure she lost at least one arrow to the winds pull.

[color=f6989d]"NO!"[/color] she shrieked when her bow started to slip, jolting and twisting slightly to keep it in position, forgetting for the moment the flight sticks, until it was secure again. As the sticks activated, and caught her, she couldn't help letting out another sob, using the remainder of her time in the air to compose herself, so that when they all landed, she was ready for whatever they would face. She hoped no one else had seen her struggle, or heard her screech. 

As the plan seemed to be put in motion right away, Niesha stalked off with some others, but at first chance she went her own way. She had an arrow in hand, and her bow in her other hand, as she stalked onwards, the map in her mind. She would do her best, but she didn't know how she would be in a fight. Perhaps she shouldn't have broken off from the others. Niesha was more long range then hand to hand combat, more support then anything else. Still, she was quick and arrows were virtually impossible to hear unless you had really really really good hearing, unlike bullets which were loud messy things. 

She hesitated, and then darted back the way she had come, and followed the path of someone else, soon seeing Cari. Niesha didn't know Cari's skills, but she knew if she herself stayed alone then she wouldn't survive long, and Niesha needed to survive, at least as long as it took to find out what had happened to her family, so she followed after Cari, silent and ready to attack