[ Gray is frustratingly good at dodging. In one sense, he's proud of her; of course she's talented at this and doesn't need anyone else looking out for her... On the other hand, they are presently enemies, and it would really help him out here if she would just. Stop.
He scores exactly the hit he was aiming for on her weapon, though, and it gives him that little push of adrenaline to speed up. To close in on her, even as she takes that sudden turn; he has to slow down to overcorrect, and it's during that overcorrection that he spots the glimmer from the wing. He hovers for a moment, holstering his gun as he tries to verify that yes, that's exactly what this is...
And then wordlessly, emotionlessly, he dives in, aiming to wrench the wing from her with both hands and take off with it on his own. Surely once they're in quarters that close he won't meet any more resistance. Surely. ]
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He scores exactly the hit he was aiming for on her weapon, though, and it gives him that little push of adrenaline to speed up. To close in on her, even as she takes that sudden turn; he has to slow down to overcorrect, and it's during that overcorrection that he spots the glimmer from the wing. He hovers for a moment, holstering his gun as he tries to verify that yes, that's exactly what this is...
And then wordlessly, emotionlessly, he dives in, aiming to wrench the wing from her with both hands and take off with it on his own. Surely once they're in quarters that close he won't meet any more resistance. Surely. ]