The bullets stagger him, but they then skirt off the layer of metal under his skin with metallic pings, and it doesn't keep him down for long - 

And the woman who lands in front of Kaz, metal wings flaring, doesn't even have to contend with the wolf currently holding her partner at bay - 

Neither does the woman who swoops in behind her cover, going again for Kuwei, silver netting in her hands. 

She gets a weighted line around the woman's neck - staggers her - 

But even that isn't enough. 

Feilan goes down, cursing and kicking, and the woman lunges for Kuwei, arms spread wide with the net stretched between them.

Lever up and kick her in the face?

Yeah. Didn't think so.

She feels the kick! (And so does Kuwei's foot.) It just doesn't do much to stop her from getting her net around Kuwei, and proceeding to drag her back out of cover. 

This is why she carries a pocketknife. Can she saw fast enough, is the question.

The net is metal - a strange metal, light and flexible - Fabrikator make, except it's finer than anything she's seen before. 

Her pocketknife doesn't make a dent. 

Hells. Struggle it is. (Who are these people?)

People fully capable of taking flight while carrying a full grown human, apparently! 

Feilan's enraged - horrified - scream follows her into the dark sky. 

Yeah. This won't be good for her. Or Ketterdam, probably.

Getting out now only to splat on the cobbles in front of her won't help either, so she'll save her strength and try to prepare for when they land.

It takes a while - by the sounds, they're flying out over the water to a ship anchored well away from the city. She's deposited on an unlit deck relatively gently, though the net remains wrapped around her. All three winged soldiers land around her. 

Mmmm don't like that. Ship means they might leave, which makes getting back to Feilan a lot harder.

"So do you people talk, still? Or did they take that away?"

Her winged captors don't say anything! 

But the woman - dressed sharply in an officer's uniform, a Shu Han officer's uniform in fact - who steps out of the shadows does. She speaks in Shu, saying: "Kuwei Kir-Bo. You and your father have given us some trouble."

Fuck.

Maybe they've never met before. Or never spoken at least. She trusts her disguise, but her impression is not as good. Not enough time, and the girl was too traumatized to engage much.

"You gave us trouble first," she says in Shu, mimicking the original's accent as closely as she can.

Thin lipped smile. "I'd heard about your intransigence from your father. It seems he understated matters." She steps closer, golden eyes scanning Kuwei's face for every detail. "You speak very disrespectfully, given where we rescued you from."

She rattles a fistful of chain net. "Some rescue."

"I do apologize." She does not sound apologetic. "Prototypes can be quite rough, you know." She tilts her head. "Will you behave, if we remove that particular bond?"

"Yes." Easy to say, easy to do. And might lead to more information about these... 'prototypes'.

She gestures, and the net is removed. "I imagine you want to rest," she says, blandly. "I will have your new bodyguards escort you to your quarters. In the morning, we will have questions about your time in Fjerda. But, first: does the group we rescued you from possess any capacity to threaten this ship?"

"...Not unless you dock."

Sharp nod, and she gestures to the three winged soldiers. "There will be food and water in your room. I will speak with you in the morning."

And in the meantime, she'll be listening.

Meanwhile: 

Feilan curses, stumbling to her feet, as those fucking bastards take away what's hers - she doesn't scream Nina's name, even though she wants to - 

Her body already hurt, was already on the edge of exhaustion. She's shaking now. 

Trassel is here. She can lean on her wolf.

Hug! She buries her face into Trassel's shoulders, hands gripping her fur tight.