"Cra - !" I cry out as I approach the rotor blades of said helicopter. I swing around and both the landing, my leg clipping the roof on the way down. I hit hard, biting my lip to avoid yelping as my leg starts to bleed.
"Not a flier..." I squeak as I roll onto my backside and nurse my wounds. "This would have gone a lot better if I wrote less serious stuff...ow ow ow..."
