Kelly angled away from the drone, toward a tree just to its right. She jumped, hit the trunk three meters up—pushed off, flipped, propelling herself through the air straight at the hovering machine. No shields to stop her. She grabbed the port and starboard booms and swung both legs onto the bottom spar. Its central metal eye fixed her and heated to white-hot intensity. She let go and braced as best as she could on the slippery bottom boom, balled her hands into fists, and then hit the thing as hard as she could—impacting the eye dead center. Her shields flared as it repelled the intense heat. The sphere dented and spun backward. The drone spun as well from the momentum, and Kelly scrambled to regain purchase. She drew back once more, and before the thing could recover and blast her—she again struck a hammer blow.
I posted a rough sketch of this one on @117–087‘s bloga while back. While I always intended to finish the piece later, I went a bit further with it than I originally planned.