Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170529231456

(Oh. I meant for the Sea Bishops to be in the ocean, back at the Rally To Arms event where the mamono hastily formed a crude navy. But okay.)

I sigh and open the cockpit canopy. "If I had the Bomb body, I could probably drop a modified bomb to help you. However, I am currently being tailed by two psychos who either want to take my virginity or my life." The Baphomet goes flying past. "Make that three!" I cut throttle and stall, falling out of the sky. At the last moment, I boost forward, sending me skimming over the trees. Shots race past the cockpit, and an old memory gets shoved into my vision. The memory takes over my sight, and I roll to the left and bank hard, my sights swinging onto the duo. Instantly, I fire, bullets streaming from my wings. "Die! You would dare to face me?" I dip into the trees, leaves filling the view. I pitch up slightly and punch the throttle, emerging from the foliage. "GET OUT OF MY SKY!" My guns keep firing as I zoom towards the duo, like aerial jousting.  "I told you, Hermacht, I don't need your help!" 

ICARUS suddenly stands still, his eyes filled with static.  He shakes his head and looks up.  He leaps over her, seeking to surprise her with a blow to the face, but Siri's aura disrupts his leap. He hits the ground awkwardly, his wings getting a little roughed up.  He points an accusing finger at Siri.  He places his hand on his knee and pushes himself to his feet. A moment after he stands up, he hits the ground again.  He places his hands on the ground to push himself up, his back to the sky. 