Evvie realized her deadly mistake of elevating too closely to the rooftop when she saw a blur of motion lunging off of it towards her out of the corner of her eye. She twisted her body to face him, her first instinct to grasp onto the partisan with her left hand above his grip and below the blade, stopping the weapon dead in it’s tracks, at least for now. Her right hand moved out towards his torso in a shoving motion to try and force him away from her and onto the hard ground below. However, he had the momentum of all his body weight on his side crashing into her, stopping her from putting up enough resistance against him while she was in midair. Not only did her arm crumple backwards but her entire body was jolted downwards as well, spinning once in a clockwise motion before she could correct herself, her wings pumping furiously to try and compensate for the extra struggling weight that she now found herself unwillingly carrying. The altitude that she managed to gain now was negligible overall, having highs and lows as the two bobbed together in the air.

As Evvie held onto his shirt with her right hand, a droplet of acid fell onto her gauntlet, narrowly missing the jewel that powered the transformation of her armor. She let out a look of panic at this near miss, the metal melting away. She withdrew her hand and closed the fist, moving it back in to try and punch him as best she could in the nose.