It's not Flying - It's Falling... With Style

Portals were an interesting discipline. A skilled portalist or an especially opportune placement might give them very diverse properties.

"Maybe we should go 'downwards' this time. Directly to the spot where the other portal ends?" 

Osprey focused deeply, her forehead creased with worry.

"Not unless you want to land on each other."

"Better than landing on a mine," Tiger growled, ever the optimist. "I'll go first, I'll catch you."

Osprey shook her head. All of this was a bad idea.

But she didn't have any better.

So she focused, and opened portal on the ground.

"One fall coming right down."