The ship was close. Squadron Leader Wakechai was having difficulty, but his flight was almost back to the ship. Tristan watched, willing them on. He gave a silent cheer when Wakechai landed, but just then, Blue 3’s left wing snapped in half sending him tumbling out of control down into the mist. Tristan’s stomach tightened into a knot, and he quickly looked over his own wings as best he could.
Tag: wing suit
Pirates! (pt 2) Aerial Attack
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.