Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32150448-20170606192924/@comment-30700719-20170612014641

"Oh. Hmm. This is a predicament." I slowly walk up to the front of the classroom, my short time at this school flashing before my eyes.

I had enrolled at this flight school purely for shits and giggles. It had been a funny idea at the time: I mean, I was already pretty much unstoppable in the air. I wouldn't be losing anything by not studying, or goofing around. I could beat even Wyverns in air combat. Heck, sometimes I took on a Wyvern in a Westland Wyvern. Gave me a right good laugh, as the Brits would say. Who knows, I might learn a thing or two: the maximum g-force a Harpy could take, for example, or how a Dragoon and his Wyvern could communicate.

However, it was quickly seeming like I would lose something. I reached the front desk and turned to the class, my military training prompting me to stand at attention. Really, though, it helped me hide my nerves.

"Alright class, who would like to be this man's partner?" As expected, a sea of hands goes up. Before the teacher can say anything, I speak up. "If you can beat me in a dogfight, I'll...uh...let you rape me into the ground. Okay?! The parameters are simple." The Hakutaku raises a finger to object, but then slowly lowers it. "Well, then. Girls, head for the runway!" They all get up and pile out the door, some shooting me lusty glances. A Gremlin only as tall as a wheely bin even slaps me on the leg. "Gonna getcha good, hee hee hee!" I go to the door, but the teacher stops me. "That was a very audacious thing to do, young man. I'll be expecting extra work from you. I want a ten-page essay about cunnilingus on my desk tomorrow. If you don't, you will have to physically demonstrate your knowledge. I wouldn't want you to be behind on your studies." I walk out the door.

The grassy fields are quite nice, and it almost calms my nerves. I raise up my PDA and punch in a command.  I take deep breaths, closing my eyes to focus on the task ahead. "Hello~" I open my eyes to find a Griffon's face about two centimetres from mine. "Jesus, what were you thinking? I almost had a heart attack! Don't do that! I gotta be in the air to dogfight!" A Beelzebub taps my shoulder, and I spin around. Her ass is displayed rather enticingly, and she smiles. "Are you sure? I know you can do doggy-style on the ground!" My moment of embarrassment is interrupted by the sound of a rocket engine blasting into earshot. "Aha!"

It flicks its nose up to the sky, the engine pointed at the ground. It stalls, sending it plummeting. At the last second, it bounces back up into the air, then hovers about a metre off the ground. I jump up onto a mesh platform, then clamber into the cockpit, securing the harnesses and running pre-flight checks. "Alright, girls, time to show him what you're made of! Ready..." The Hakutaku raises an ox-horn. "Set..." Wings buzz and flap, claws and pincers scrape along whetstones. "GO!" They take off, and I punch the throttle. I go soaring up into the sky, followed by a swarm of fliers. I cut throttle, and watch as I slowly go sinking back to earth, the assorted mamono zooming past the cockpit. I pitch up, levelling out, and hit the throttle again. Skimming over the treetops, it's quite a lovely day, with the exception of some dark clouds. The cloud behind starts to get faster and faster, slowly catching up to me. I bank to the left and pitch down, accidentally hitting a tree. I pull up again, letting the autorepair work its wonders. The thick brown smoke quickly recedes, and I keep going. I can actually hear them now, whispering and shouting odd phrases that seem to gather into one, big "HUSSSSSSBAAAAAANDDDDD!" It's almost demonic in the collective tone of voice, which only leads me to break the straight trajectory and zoom back at them. They move out of the way, then get back on my tail. I roll over, pitching up hard. I almost do a complete loop, breaking it to unexpectedly thrust forward into the forest. Flying low along a dirt path, trees skim by. I make minute adjustments, just trying to keep it from crashing too badly. I gain altitude and yaw into a ruined castle, catching a glimpse of a confused Mimic about to attack an Order knight. "Ha! This is too easy!" A loud bang echoes through the sky. I twist around in my seat, turning to the left slightly. "What the hell..." A rather complex...flying machine rises into the air, near the airbase. It looks like a combination between an ornithopter and a fixed-wing aircraft, with a giant propeller on the front. The teeny-tiny Gremlin punches the air, yelling "YES!" before turning her attention on me. "Look upon my great invention and fear, human! For I have mastered mechanical flight!" I shrug and turn 180, locking her in my sights. "Uh-huh. You're telling me this hunk of junk is supposed to shoot me down?" I rocket past it, causing turbulence in my wake. "Well, you better hope that you made blueprints for it!" I come around for another run, seeking to smash right through her. An aperture opens on the front, exposing a large autocannon. It fires, sending great slags of red-hot metal whizzing past. "Alright then, no more Mr. Nice Pilot! BANZAI!" I roll through the sheet of bullets, slamming into her flying machine with enough power to cut it in half with my wings. "Hah! A tree was more damaging than that! Anyone else wanna try?" I pull into a wide circle, watching the floating swarm simultaneously shaking their heads. "Alright, then. I'm gonna land."

"Well, that's what you get. I just so happen to be one of the greatest flying aces ever, if not THE greatest. Now, I'm gonna go home and have a nap. Remove my name from the roster: I won't be coming back. And for all of you who think you can get me; don't be afraid. I hear there's a group called the Iron Wings that are exclusively hunting me. I think they're basically my fan club. Toodly-Doo!"