DN - Plane Wing

It pulls up and away from me, twirls once, and slams into the tail before falling away in a shower of torn aluminum. The plane immediately flops over on its back. There’s just enough time for me to experience a bolt of embarrassment before the other wing whips up and around to slam into me. It’s like getting hit by a city bus, a flat explosion of shock and pain across my face, neck, shoulder, and chest that sends me spinning away. I right myself and for a heart-stopping instant I can’t see the airliner anywhere—it’s just not in the sky with me. I look down and it’s headed for the ground like a javelin.

- Dreadnought, Chapter 10