Diana plane lasso

Diana pulled herself to her feet, clutching her side, and her blood turned to ice.  The other soldier had Alia in his arms.  He leapt from the plane as the wind caught Alia’s cry.
“Oh no you don’t,” snarled Diana.
She grabbed the lasso from her hip, wedged herself against the ragged metal side of the door, and cast the rope after the soldier with all the force she could muster.  It shot downward in a gleaming arc, a lash of golden fire against the blue sky.
The loop closed over Alia and the soldier, snapping tight as Diana yanked back hard.  The soldier’s head connected with the lip of the door as he was pulled back into the plane.  He and Alia toppled inside, but his body was limp.