Kassie's feet collided with the ball and, for a moment, halted it.
The ball wheeled against her metal boots, releasing frightening sparks that flew around. For a moment there was a stall. Then Kassie whipped her leg forward, tearing the cannonball away from its path and sending it back to where it came from.
The obsidian ball whipped back against all odds and the next moment smashed into a section of the wall's battlement, scattering it in a shockwave of debris and stone.
My mouth opened in awe and for a moment I was literally frozen… frozen from head to toe.
'Go, Kassie.'
She placed her leg down and stood on the wing of the aircraft. Despite her weight — the weight that I knew was the center of her combat style — she didn't seem to burden that side of the wing.
Nightfall gained stability and slowly drifted down, although with one side slanted and rushing downward.
Meanwhile, Kassie stood indifferent to the slanted form of the aircraft and its supposed imbalance.
