In front of Tristan, Devadas locked his wings and dove. His turn was next. One second. Lock wings open. Two seconds. GO! He pitched down into a dive just as he had in training thousands of times before. Just as he had on predators attacking the schools. He pulled the firebombs from his belt. These ships were made with wood, and he was under no illusions about what he was going to do. All that was swept aside as adrenaline, the thrill of speed, and survival instinct came together in razor focus on one thing. Hit the target without getting killed.
Tag: flying
Tedium, A Rookie Mistake, and a Mouth Full of Teeth – world 2
Resting on the wind with wings stretched wide, Tristan soared over the school of gulpers as they lazily flapped their way in and out of the mist.