[i]"Fückin-" I manage to get out, hastily putting a shield between me and the rapidly approaching explosives just before they reached me. They hit the barrier and detonated, shattering it and throwing me back a fair distance before I got my bearings. As soon as I did, I remembered the rotator cannon, and barely dodged out of the way of both the bullets and their sender. Turning to face it as I took a breath and it began to swing around for another run, I thought quickly. "Big, fast, flying-" I got out, before an idea came to mind. The energy didn't seem to be running out anytime soon - though I probably wouldn't have so much later - so I quickly gathered as much as I could, shaping it into what I needed. Once it was ready, I released it, a great thunderstorm blooming outwards from me. I couldn't see the plane anymore, so I dived down, expecting that if the plane did survive the gale-force winds and constant crackling of lightning, it would try to get a over the storm.[/i]