Out of the Woods and Back Into the Fight

Mags was tossed like a rag doll; she went flying up and over the trees about 300 yards away, came crashing down hitting branches and bouncing off a couple of trees along the way. 

It wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last time that this sort of thing had happened.

She hit the ground with a sickening thud and lay still for several seconds before she lifted up her head.

"Ow," she muttered to herself. She began to pick herself up and shake the dizzying feeling from her body. Glancing around to see if she could see her katana. It was stuck in the ground, like a marker of sorts.

She saw it just a few feet from her and picked her battered and bruised body up, staggered over to the sword, and headed in the direction where she was thrown from.

She picked up the pace a little and upon leaving the tree line she bolted towards the combat. Max, Angst and Frank where still engaged with the robotic beast that towered 30 feet tall.

"It's my turn now," Mags whispered to herself as she brought up her katana and sped like a demon across the field to her intended target.