[Mentally, Rikka wants to shake a fist at the traitorous laws of physics that are going to get her very, very killed. Externally, she frowns, and waits for the just the right moment, putting her hands on Heart's outstretched leg and pushing herself up and out of the way, and pushing Mana down enough to get herself away from danger.
She wants to take up her Love Heart Arrow, like Rosetta already has and probably intends to use soon, but... she kind of wants her hands free... choices. But no, she'll need that sooner rather than later. Holding out a hand above her head as she sails, she calls, "Love Heart Arrow!" The weapon coalesces into light above her, and she reaches out for it, gripping it with her right hand, and already realizing she's got a problem; that stopped her momentum dead in the air, and she's just hanging there for a second. A second she doesn't have, more than likely.]
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She wants to take up her Love Heart Arrow, like Rosetta already has and probably intends to use soon, but... she kind of wants her hands free... choices. But no, she'll need that sooner rather than later. Holding out a hand above her head as she sails, she calls, "Love Heart Arrow!" The weapon coalesces into light above her, and she reaches out for it, gripping it with her right hand, and already realizing she's got a problem; that stopped her momentum dead in the air, and she's just hanging there for a second. A second she doesn't have, more than likely.]
I can't... I can't just keep defending, but...!