5-7 Man on The Wing
- Location
- 100 Meters From Your Location
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Riya was done for if you didn't intervene. You probably couldn't cast another spell with the searing pain in your gut, so you'd need to do this the old fashioned way. You banked right 270° and flew towards Riya, trying to get into a position where you could light up the pursuer at the nose. While flying there, you reached down into your bag at your feet, feeling around for the perfect seashell at the bottom of it, and taking a deep breath as you focused on the lovely memories of that night out on the town with Riya. You could use it later to heal whatever was going on with you. But you needed to help Riya now.
While you were staring down your sights, a roar soared above your head. You turned right and saw the tumbling flaming monoplane you ruined less than a second before your plane rocked like it was being weighed down by something. You looked around, then at the upper wing deck, seeing a young man in a white and red uniform, covered in soot, looking at you with wild eyes through his flight goggles, brandishing a small shovel with a serrated edge. These assholes really were insane.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
[ ] You better have a good plan.
While you were staring down your sights, a roar soared above your head. You turned right and saw the tumbling flaming monoplane you ruined less than a second before your plane rocked like it was being weighed down by something. You looked around, then at the upper wing deck, seeing a young man in a white and red uniform, covered in soot, looking at you with wild eyes through his flight goggles, brandishing a small shovel with a serrated edge. These assholes really were insane.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
[ ] You better have a good plan.