So, we have a good news, bad news scenario. The good news is that most of their weapons are too slow to hit us, and Zephy boy is a great shot on those that can. Unfortunately the bad news was very bad. The magic that was used to supplement minor issues like g forces and fuel, wa coming undone due to the strain. Probably shouldn't have kept using magic to repair it. I turned to my companion with a sheepish grin.

"[Color=orange]If we survive this... never mention this to Mal.[/color]" I deadpanned before we plummeted down, screaming in terror. Zephy was predictably swearing in his oh so exotic tongue (probably what makes him so appealing to women, those vibrations when he hisses must feel wonder- bad Ryteb, no sex when you are facing certain death... or worse.)

Pushing that conversation away, I pulled the craft so that it barreled towards our target. Locking our flightpath, I switched into my full fox form to avoid most of the glass. Please don't be bulletproof. Please don't be bulletproof.

[H1]CRASH![/H1]

"[color=orange]Thank you for flying Air Ryteb. We hope to see you again soon.[/color]" I giggled, as I wiggled out of the mangled glider. Zephy was giving me the stink eye for some reason, is he a telepath? If so I [i]reeeeally[/i] need to not think about porn. Or where my secret stash of sherberts are. Speaking of which...

Seemingly out of nowhere, I pulled out a bag of my lemon sweets and started eating. Despite the fact I had paws and shouldn't be able to do that. Eh, not my problem.