[center][h2][color=#b3ccff]Esben Mathiassen[/color][/h2][/center]
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Eos and Selene had little trouble interspersing themselves among the rest of the Kirins, their small size and speed helping them to evade the crossfire that was enveloping the deck. Even though they'd only all had a short nap to try and bolster themselves before the fight, Eos set about casting her magic over the group, shoring up their strength and restoring energy to tired limbs—as Selene weaved her own spell, ensuring the group could more than keep up with the barrage coming their way.

They, luckily, knew exactly what they were doing. Esben, where he sat in the 'cockpit' of one of the aetherskimmers, knew what his [i]plan[/i] was...but without any piloting experience of this sort of craft, it was a far stretch to claim he had any firm idea of what he was doing. Mowing down a decent number of the hostiles facing them was a good starting strategy, but as they rapidly adjusted, he was left considering how to do the same.

While under fire.

The instruments at least seemed...somewhat intuitive. Flight level was simple enough to determine. One that, out of how it moved in the corner of his eye, he must [i]assume[/i] was marking his altitude. A compass was obvious, one that was turning at the same time as the flight level, [i]two[/i] of them that marked speed for some reason.

Easy enough to hopefully not crash.

He climbed and rolled out of the way of oncoming fire, one of the skimmers flying past underneath him. Once he came upright again he pushed the craft into a dive, drawing down on the flyer that was trying to evade him even as he could hear the other strain to turn and come after him. A fireball erupted overhead as he screamed underneath it, before the entire gunship was enveloped in a flaming vortex.

The lead skimmer turned hard and he followed, the three of them passing below the deck, skirting between the conflagration that surrounded the larger vessel and its hull. Tight as it was, he couldn't manage to get any [i]lead[/i] on the first, so he kept off the trigger to keep from wasting any ammunition when he didn't have the faintest clue how much it held.

When they came up around the other side of the great loop they made, though, he could see very clearly a target that he [i]did[/i] have a good bearing on, side-on to him.

Perhaps...[i]too[/i] good of a bearing.

[color=#b3ccff][i]"Fy faen,"[/i][/color] he spat, pulling up rapidly. He passed over the top of the skimmer, gunfire erupting from behind him—whether from Éliane or from the skimmer behind him he had no clue, although none of it touched [i]him,[/i] which was good. Ideally, he might've led the Valheimer into some friendly fire. Either way, he rolled upside down, dove, turned back and rolled again to right himself...

And nearly skipping off the deck as he rose again, he opened fire on the pilot that had so doggedly followed him around the ship.