[Well that. Is a thing that happened. Jim holds one hand up, studying the glow of that-- force field?
Sure. He won't question it. In fact, it just makes things all the more interesting, as far as he's concerned.
They reach the newest congregation of spectres at roughly the same time (Jim's a little in the lead, he thinks, but hey, he's not one to rub it in) and Jim aims straight for the biggest group with the motorcycle, and at the last possible second, he puts it into a sideways slide and jumps off of it.
Testing that force field out? Maybe a little. But the devil-may-care is all Jim, and there's a memory of doing nearly the same thing to a Stingray once upon a time.
The force field holds (he's going to feel that impact in the morning, though) and he comes to an inelegant tangle of limbs a short distance away. He shakes his head a little - hard landing, even if he's not bleeding - and then pushes himself back onto his feet. His little bowling for spectres trickshot cleared them out for a half-dozen metres, and he grins, recklessly triumphant.]
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Sure. He won't question it. In fact, it just makes things all the more interesting, as far as he's concerned.
They reach the newest congregation of spectres at roughly the same time (Jim's a little in the lead, he thinks, but hey, he's not one to rub it in) and Jim aims straight for the biggest group with the motorcycle, and at the last possible second, he puts it into a sideways slide and jumps off of it.
Testing that force field out? Maybe a little. But the devil-may-care is all Jim, and there's a memory of doing nearly the same thing to a Stingray once upon a time.
The force field holds (he's going to feel that impact in the morning, though) and he comes to an inelegant tangle of limbs a short distance away. He shakes his head a little - hard landing, even if he's not bleeding - and then pushes himself back onto his feet. His little bowling for spectres trickshot cleared them out for a half-dozen metres, and he grins, recklessly triumphant.]