That didn't look good. You tried scanning the environment, looking for Edgar and Riya, though your visibility was extremely limited as you had to lean over the dashboard to look up or down and your only way to see behind you was two heavy rear view mirrors
outside of the plane. After physically turning the plane's nose up slightly, you managed to catch Riya's monoplane falling off the edge of the runway and starting to dive down to your position. Edgar was probably still starting his up, he needed a lot of power to boost off of a patch of grass instead of just water. Riya functioned mostly as a glass canon, she could fuck up that raiding plane if she could get close enough, but it was covered in turrets and she was gonna take a bit to reach you. You'd have to hold out on your own for a bit. You zeroed in on where that glint of a gunsight came from, and decided to throw some more lightning at them. It was easier now that you could actually see them outside of a mirror.
Casting a spell was never
easy though, it was always a gamble. So yes, you were able to bring your arm down and send another lightning bolt into their plane from a nearby cloud, but it took a moment to ground from the second you moved your arm, letting the gunner you spotted get a shot off. A burst of light came from the enemy plane a moment before the lightning hit, and you watched as a rocket trailing black smoke soared up at the Pferd, led perfectly for your speed. You tried to bank, but the sluggish, heavy controls made the rocket hit your wing dead on. Thankfully, the canvas was so light it just tore a hole through the two wing decks, soaring above the plane before exploding out of view ineffectively, but close enough to make your jaw rattle. You looked back down to survey the damage. Another blackened streak ran across the length of the fuselage, but it remained nearly perfectly intact.
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Your pagan folk-magic is no match for our insurmountable will! Must we send a volley of rockets at you to understand that?!" It sounded less like he was speaking to you and more like he was rallying the men around him, as you heard cheers and declarations of violence after he spoke.
Current Altitude: 40/59
Current Speed: 19/20
Toughness: 31/41
Strain: 32/32
Fuel: 1/12
RPM 1: 2/7
Wear 1: 1/5(7)
RPM 2: 2/7
Wear 2: 3/5(7)
RPM 3: 2/7
Wear 3: 0/5(7)
RPM 4: 4/7
Wear 4: 3/5(7)
Your Infamy Generator
Status Effect: Pooned!
BIGGER FISH: 3/8
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