Neil deadpan looked upwards as the Draconic Xenos rose into the air in a glide due to the membranous flaps it had along its muscled arms. "Oh, it can fly now," Neil said to himself, knowing Sayeeda couldn't hear over the noise of the engines and the screaming roars of the beast trying to kill them. "That's... just [i]neat[/i]." His voice was filled with mock, quaint fascination and amusement. He closed one eye and aimed down his ARC Rifle. 

The beast screeched, and Neil whispered to himself. "Yeah yeah, keep talking bitch." He boasted, and pulled the trigger just as Sayeeda began her maneuvers as the thing closed in. Needless to say he missed, but he saw the gauss shell rip through a small tree, and the hotshot pilot began to rev up the gun again, glad this wasn't a traditional slug loader. It was just as he was trying to aim again that Sayeeda slammed on the breaks, sending Neil flying backwards (or forwards) into the driver seat next to Sayeeda, banging his head on the dashboard. 

Now Neil was very durable for a guy his size. Thick headed too. But it still jarred him to his very core. "Ohw," he exclaimed, blinking and shaking his head. He pointed at her, drunkenly. "You're lucky you're so good lookin' or I'd get pissed." He said tiredly, before the roar of the beast brought him back to reality. (Somewhat.) "Yeah, whatever." He said to the Dragon, pulling himself up with one arm like a monkey and whipping the gun around. Just as the Dragon opened its maw and pounced, a slug from the ARC gun hit it directly in its maw, ripping open its throat and tearing the beast apart from the inside. 

Bloody shrapnel fell onto Sayeeda and Neil as if it was a gruesome take of heaven's manna. "W-what was I saying?" He asked no one in particular, swallowing into his dry throat, before falling onto the seat limply, still dazed from the hit he took. In truth, his head killed him and he couldn't quite see straight. The sun blazed overhead, far too bright than it was not moments before. 
[@Penny]