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[h3]The HoH helipad attack site[/h3]
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Having dropped off the officer in the mech suit, Leanna banked around in the rain, leaving a curving trail behind her that continued to fizzle. She occasionally regretted that flying with her powers made stealth basically impossible, but now wasn't the time for it anyway. In the growing dimness, she made out the lights of the chopper as it was beginning to leave the pad. Chris and the pompous bastard she had met earlier were being fired upon, but she knew neither of them were in real danger. Over her patched-in earpiece she heard the warning to not destroy the thing. She grinned.

[color=c71585]”Alright Captain. I'll ground the thing, you worry about making sure they don't pop cyanide pills or something.”[/color]

Streaking in as fast as she was able, she swooped up, and then straight down at the rotor in the middle of the blades that lifted the thing. Heedless of her own safety, she rammed the mechanism with her shoulder and all of her considerable strength, rocking the whole thing in mid air and bouncing it none too gently off the edge of the helipad. The rotor belched smoke and sparks as she laid both hand on it.

That turned out to be somewhat of a mistake. As the whole vehicle began tipping on ruined skids over the edge of the pad, her grip caused her to be spun at the same rate as the blades, dizzying her almost instantly. Unwilling to let go of her prize and see it tumble into the gloom below, her wings fanned out, the tips flashing into the path of the rotor blades, which cleanly severed them. She hoped Chris could deal with those before they scythed into a building.

Still spinning, she hauled herself against the centripetal force that was attempting to launch her into the air, swung her feet down, and in one motion planted her boots [i]through[/i] the roof of fuselage and ripped the rotor completely off of the machine in a spray of hydraulic fluid, oil, and shrapnel. The impact of her feet drove the whole vehicle up and onto the pad, keeping it from crashing into the street, but left her stuck into the machinery. Blasting wouldn't work, as she could likely blow her own feet off, so she bent down and began prying twisted metal out from around her ankles, expecting the others would handle the rest.