Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170528020935

"What the-how???? How even??" I pitch up at a forty-five degree angle, climbing steadily. "They should be completely incapacitated by their own gas! How are they focused enough to fly? Well, their aerial strike force is a fraction of their number." I keep going, occasionally switching directions. "If I could just get a little higher...." Their broomsticks are quite varied in speed, leaving the group far behind me, with one or two really on my tail. I burst through a cloud and level out. Just as I suspected, the air becomes so thin that it becomes hard to breathe. At least for their tiny, unconditioned lungs. Sure enough, they start to black out, and I sigh. I slump back in the cockpit...and the Baphomet flies up past the Rauser. "Ahh!" She lands on the wing. "HOW? HOW ARE YOU ON ZE WING OF ZE RAUSER? ZIS SHOULD BE IMPOZZIBLE!" The fake German accent gets completely ignored, save for a smirk on the Baphomet's face as she raises her warhammer. "Damn! You are an insistent little shit, aren't you?" I shout, performing an aileron roll, followed by several more, to ensure that the brat went flying.

<....I think....no, I dislike both your previous weapon and your current weapon equally.> He jumps backwards, the scimitar reverting to the unchanged bow, and fires a shot. It flies past Siri's head, and he looks behind him. Finding a large blankness of white, he whistles, and the cyberspace adopts the form of the forest clearing. Letting his wings unfurl, he runs up a tree, using his wings to propel him into the air. Time begins to slow down, and a bit of background music appears. He slowly pulls back the bowstring. 'My hope will never die......MY HOPE WILL NEVER DIE!' He releases the arrow, and time speeds up again. The song continues, with a proportionate amount of action.