[center][h1][color=gray]Tobikatte Kira[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3]MicroMart Front - Semi Trailer Underside[/h3][/center]

It took a minute, but Kira had succeeded in ensuring she was left alone long enough to get her emergency medical treatment applied. She looked across herself, appraising her work. Slinging the bandages under her left arm and around her right shoulder stump to keep the absorbing cloths pressed against it was about the best she could do. Slipping her bloodied white hoodie back on over her torso, Kira took another look ahead of herself at the pavement rushing by beneath her. A truck with half its tires missing should have come to a stop by now, but this rig just kept on truckin', even with the screech of metal on asphalt assaulting her ears.

[color=gray]"The hell kinda' psycho they got drivin' this thing?!"[/color]

Her vendetta against the arm-thieving skelly-hand man would have to wait; with her being the only one of the Freelancers aboard the truck - to her knowledge - she was the only one in any position to stop this thing from destroying itself and the water it was transporting. Forming a slapdash plan of action as she moved, Kira side-rolled her way out from beneath the trailer, opting to go toward the upturned side which faced away from all the action happening outside the MicroMart. With another shift of her gravity, she planted her feet on the vertical wall of the trailer, and took into a run across it, heading up to the cab of the semi. A quick visual assessment revealed that the passenger side door of the cab was still open, albeit not very wide given the speed the truck was moving. But it was enough for what she had in mind.

Upon reaching the door, Kira quickly bent down, grabbed the handle, and pulled it up. With a small hop forward, she threw herself down the widened opening she'd given herself, knees bent as she fell.

[color=gray]"'Scuse me!"[/color]

She extended both legs, aiming to drop-kick whoever it was driving this rig out of the driver's seat. Being that it was probably another of skelly-hand man's lackeys, or someone on his side, she couldn't say she rightly cared if they got thrown out of the cab entirely by the force of someone basically falling on their head.

The moment she felt her feet connect with a face, she shifted her gravity back to normal, letting her fall onto her right side across the driver side seat, legs hanging off of it. With a grunt of effort, she rolled herself onto her front and reached under the steering wheel with her left arm, slamming her hand on the brake pedal.

[center][Hider=]28 | Female | Freelancers | Mobile Trace-Equipped Cockpit
School of the Undefeated of the East | Hands | Physical | Winds of the King
Active Mass Balance Auto-Control | Assault Shroud 
Fool Whose Soul is Bound by Earth's Gravity | Gravity | Psychoframe Resonance 
[Weightless, Suspend], Pull, Slow, Restrain, Zone, AOE, Extend, Full Extend, Delay, Orbit, Powerful, Quicken, Purify

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: B | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | 482[/hider][/center]