Re: Liz P and Peter P
Peter reached out and pulled Liz in; he was still human, but he was way better than most at handling -- and healing from injuries. The ball hits a tree and ricochets off it, making him feel less like they're a soccer ball and more like they're a pool ball. Shards of wood splinter from everywhere. It took 30 seconds before they finally draw to a stop and Peter was breathing heavily. The door is hanging open now and a long crack has formed in the gyrosphere's windshield. The vehicle looks bad.
"Should we get out?" Peter asked. He's not sure if they have better chances on foot. He at least had the foresight to bring his webslingers with him, even though he thought they wouldn't get much use. But here in this little forest, they might be able to get high enough to avoid whatever-dino-that-was.