Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20180604200157/@comment-30700719-20180604225436

Meanwhile, in the sky above her, a Wyvern and a strange metal machine dance through the air. Well, less of a tango than a knife fight, but they weave through the air, the sepia-coloured plane always just a little ahead.

"Agh! Come on! Stop being so fast!" yelled the Wyvern, partly to herself and partly at the single-seat fighter in front of her, to the man she knew lay inside. "Hiyahh!" The Rauser slid to the side, letting the cocky Wyvern dive past. "Really? Ah well, I've had that happened to me tons of times. Then again, I just did this-" The plane suddenly cut throttle, gyroscopically yawing right and pitching up in a demonstration from the Wyvern's tactical position. "And then boom, thar she blows. But you look like you're exhausted. Why don't you go fly home?" She grits her teeth to come back up, and the machine floors the throttle. The rocket engine sends the hapless Wyvern tumbling away, who manages to level herself and flies away, grumbling to herself.

(My bad, I've been writing this for like an hour)