Dodges Ballistic pallet

The path that had been laid out for me led to a dead end, but it was no obstacle at all for Atalanta. In fact, through her, it felt like one of the many footraces she’d been through, dancing along and outside the beaten path, taking to the trees and the branches with casual grace, jumping along without the slightest change in stride, and I leapt up, a carefree smile starting to break over my face, just high enough to set down a single foot on the roof of the railcar —

And then I almost took a shipping pallet to the face.

…

I bent over backwards as my momentum carried me into a slide, twisting as the pallet soared over me, then pushed my legs out from under me and flipped in midair to land on the balls of my feet.