Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20170129041722/@comment-30700719-20170129151912

(Got it. No more turning air into objects.)

We all look up, as a noise echoes across the city. "ICARUS, get us outta here!" I say into my PDA. "Okay, guys, stand still. I'm going to make some makeshift harnesses with this rope I just found." I quickly make a crude set of harnesses, then we head outside, where the Rauser is hovering, with its nose to the sky. However, a swarm of arrows attack it, and it flies up into the sky to recover. "Drop the harnesses! They'll be more harm than good! I recommend we split up."