"ELIN!" Raizen shouted. The wind tore the word before it reached her. He tried again, stretching his neck, trying to get closer to her ear without being flown back by the wind, his cracked lips nearly touching the dark red hair that whipped across her face. "ELIN! THE DRONES - THEY'RE FIRING TASER ROUNDS!"
She didn't turn. Didn't respond. The wind and the wingbeats and the high-pitched hum of the pursuing drones swallowed his voice before it could cover the distance between his mouth and her ears. He shouted again, louder, his throat raw, and the words scattered uselessly into the roaring air.
A second bolt fired. Neon blue, bright enough to leave an afterimage, streaking past Elin's left shoulder close enough that the static charge made a strand of her dark red hair stand straight out from her head. The bolt hit a branch ahead of them and the branch exploded - a sharp crack, splinters flying, the wood blackened and smoking.
Elin saw that one.
