Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20161208173526/@comment-30700719-20170909032010

I clench my hand into a fist. "Heh. These fools. They dare to challenge an air elementalist with snowball cannons!" I let out a slight chuckle and pick up a sniper snowball cannon (snowsnipe?). "Gyrocopters! Rain down freezing revenge, and teach these invaders a lesson they will never forget!"

I stride to the very top of the castle. "Gail! Join me, and help me vanquish these foes!" A green, child-sized figure appears in front of me, smiling. "Hey! You called?" I nod my head. "We have much work to do." My Sylph nods and floats behind me, and copies my pose exactly. I can feel the power, the pure energy of the air flow through my soul. I look down upon the battlefield, and make a motion like clutching the air. Metric tonnes of loose snow rise into the air, obscuring our foes. With a gentle flick, it careens into them, like gaseous sandpaper. Interestingly enough, the friendly gyros are completely ignored by the wind. A large, four-engined heavy bomber slowly approaches from behind us, painted olive green. It stands out strikingly from the white and blue sky. I cup my hands around my mouth, and the outline of a lime green megaphone appears in the air for a second.

"Intruders! You have come here to take us prisoner, take our castle, our king, and our Stone of High Power!" I stop and pause to stride from left to right on the tallest turret. "You appear to have stepped up your game, sending in that pitiful impersonation of close air support! However! That shall be your forthcoming!" I place a foot on one of the crenellations and lean down towards the enemy army. "Don't try and do battle against the son of a flying ace with the very AIR on his side." I begin laughing, louder and louder, a deep guffaw that continues even as the Pe-8 drops its payload, a 5,000 kg bomb. It whistles through the air, headed straight for the enemy leader. It actually punches straight through her staircase, becoming lodged in it right in front of her nose. She raises an eyebrow and pokes it with her fingernail.

BBWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM

It explodes, sending snow flying in all directions. The fort defenders quail at the tsunami-sized wall of snow, but mere centimetres away from the walls, it refocuses on the attackers. Some of it flows directly into the walls, instantly repairing the damages. After about a minute of stunned silence, a small white flag pops up out of the snow, barely recognisable. I fit the telescope to my eye and focus on the flag, weakly waving forward and back. "Non plus...we surrender."

I proudly step forward to accept my prize. The king places a small wooden crown upon my head, painted gold and smaller than the king's. "Today, you have truly proved yourself. You have saved our castle and our Stone of High Power, and I am proud to say...you have lived up to your name, Son."

The king gestures to one of the chefs, who presents him with a small cupcake from Wonderland. He chomps it down in two gulps and returns to his normal age. His cepia brown uniform replaces his kingly robes, revealing him to be none other than TheJanadianKing. "Dad!" I rush forward, and he lifts me up into the air. "Son, you did wonderful out there. Only once have I ever seen a more powerful use of the wind, and that would be my tutor." He ruffles my hair affectionately. "Oh, by the way, you start your in-flight elemental training tomorrow. You'll be able to make bombs do loop-de-loops, and enhance your flying drastically. Furthermore," He takes off his cap and claps it on my head. "You get your very own hat." He sets me down and stretches his arms. "Oh, geez. You're getting heavy, kid. So, you are now the official captain of this fort. What will you do now?" I turn around, and look out upon the fort's entire staff, all leaning forward slightly in anticipation.

"PILLOW FIGHT!"