Even Heroes Need Support
This is my first fanfiction so please read and review. This story is inspired by LOS DoTD, H.A.W.X 2 and Top Gun. I only own Delta, so the Spyro characters are not mine. Enjoy.
6 Months after Malefor's defeat.
Spyro POV
"3 Week's without any sign of the enemy? Something is not right." I thought as I was flying my usual combat air patrols that were set up to take out what was left of Malefor's army. Sure I may have killed him myself but that didn't mean that his army was completely destroyed. There were still pockets of resistance all over Avalars outskirts. This time around I was lead in arrow formation of 3 dragons, me, my love Cynder (Good thing I heard her back in the core.) and my childhood friend Flame who luckily had a new piece of equipment: Dragon Radar.
"SPYRO! I got contacts, wyverns to our right, 2 miles and closing fast." Flame alerted me as 2 wyverns came into view.
"I see them, stay in formation and move to intercept." I ordered as we moved to engage, this was being too easy, something wasn't right.
"Wait, my radar has gone completely to hell, we're being jammed! Give me a few seconds so I can clear it." Flame informed us as his once radar screen headset was just a screen of static.
"Okay but hurry up, they're getting closer, something is definitely wrong here." Cynder suggested as we were getting in range of guided weapons but due to jamming, they wouldn't lock. So we had to get up close and dogfight with them.
But I had a bad feeling as tension rose as we got closer. We've had many close calls together, but what if for one of us, this would be their last flight…?