Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170412222039

ICARUS looks up at the falling sphere.  He takes off, flapping his wings. He shoots forward, in a facade of combat, but flies directly into the sphere. It slams into him like a cannonball, knocking him to the ground. He shakily pulls himself to his feet and puts a hand to his head.  He runs along the ground, shooting with bullseye accuracy, then beats his wings and rises into the air again. He brushes some virtual sweat off his brow...and a dull wave of pleasure splashes through his face and scalp.  He flies down into a bombed building and tucks in his wings to run through the rubble. He emerges out the other side and shoots into the air, gaining altitude. He looks out over the battlefield. To the west, a large expanse of water lay. To the east, mountains lay. All around, the town of Dunkirk sat, bombarded and battered by long-past enemies.  He turns back to Siri.