Raizen's fingers pulled himself upward, his arms shaking. He hauled himself upward - one hand, then the other, his boots scraping against the hull, finding purchase on rivets and seams that hadn't been designed as footholds but worked anyway.
He rolled onto the aircraft's roof.
The wind hit him full force - a wall of cold, moving air that flattened his clothes against his body and pushed water droplets horizontally across his temples. The aircraft was fast, faster than anything he'd experienced in flight, the dark shapes of Ukai's trunks streaking past on both sides in a blur of bark and branch and the occasional amber flash of a lantern glimpsed and gone. The hull beneath him was smooth and cold, offering almost nothing to grip.
He drew his right blade. Drove it into the hull's surface, the luminite edge punching through the metal with a shriek that the wind swallowed, and held on. The blade anchored him, the wind trying to peel him off and the sword keeping him pinned.
