It could have taken an eternity for the light to fade.
Aerrow's eyes were hurting, telling him it probably hadn't been a good idea to watch the transmutation, as he rubbed them and tried to once again focus on what was in front of him.
"Is it done?" asked Cyclonis.
Edward knelt in the centre of the circle, gazing in wonder at something in his cupped hands that cast a soft red glow on his enraptured face.
"I did it…" he muttered. "I can't believe it, I… I actually did it…"
"Excellent," said Cyclonis, and she held out her hand to receive it. "Now then, pass it to me and you will be allowed to walk free."
"Over three years of searching," Edward said quietly, as though he hadn't heard her, "trying to find even the tiniest lead… I finally have it… the Philosopher's Stone…"
Noticing that Cyclonis seemed to have forgotten about him, Aerrow slowly got up.
"Did you hear me?" she said insistently. "I said hand it over."
Edward stood up, clutching the Stone in a clenched fist.
"No," he said, glaring at her defiantly.
"Excuse me?!" she responded in disbelief and anger, raising her staff to his face again.
"You heard me," said Edward, ignoring this new threat. "You seriously thought after everything I've done to try to find this thing, I'm just gonna hand it over? Like it's just some piece of junk?"
He held it up between his fingers for her to see. It was small – around the size of a large marble – egg-shaped and perfectly smooth. The way it glowed and shined seemed unnatural, almost off-putting, and Aerrow found himself trying hard not to look at it too much.
"This thing is going to get me home," said Edward, "and put me and my brother back to normal if it has enough juice left. And you know what? There's nothing you can do about it because both of us are leaving. Right now."
Aerrow took that as his cue to swipe the Master's legs out from underneath her and, while she was on the ground trying to figure out what just happened, he leapt up, grabbed Edward's arm and dragged him to the door. He paused, grabbed the chicken that had followed them in and threw it at Cyclonis, hitting her in the face just as she got up again. Edward pulled him through the door and together they ran for their lives down the corridor, only stopping once they were around the corner, where they slumped against the wall and tried to catch their breaths.
"Well," said Aerrow, rubbing his still-sore neck, "that was… a thing."
"Are you okay?" asked Edward. "Sorry I let her choke you like that. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to hold up the bluff. Guess she fell for it hook, line and sinker if she really believed I was just gonna give this thing to her."
He held up the stone for Aerrow to see.
"Wow," the redhead muttered. "It's… I kinda thought it would be bigger, but..."
"I know, right?" Edward responded, grinning joyfully at what he had created. "I never even imagined what it would be like to actually have it but… this is it, I…"
He looked like he was about to start crying again.
"…I finally did it," he said weakly, gazing dreamily at the stone he held. "I finally found the Philosopher's Stone. I can go home, I-I can put Alphonse back to normal… I can get my arm and my leg back… we can have normal lives again, just like… like before Mom died…"
His smile could have out-dazzled the sun.
"You could've at least winked at me or something," Aerrow pointed out. "Back there? You know, just some sign that you were bluffing so I didn't actually consider stopping you?"
"No sign I gave you would've gone beyond her notice," said Edward. "And anyway-"
He was cut off by the crackling hiss of an activating microphone.
"May I have your attention, Cyclonia?" the Master's voice echoed throughout the entire terra. "You may be interested to hear that we have some intruders in our midst. One of them, should you see them, you may recognise as Aerrow, the infamous leader of the Storm Hawks. I don't think I have to inform you all of what they have done. The other is an insolent and insensitive little brat who has denied me my right to rule the Atmos."
"Oh crap," Edward muttered, too shocked to complain about the remark on his height.
"Anyone who brings these two to my office will receive a full promotion and a week's paid leave on any terra they desire," Cyclonis continued. "I would appreciate it if they were brought to me before the day is out."
Aerrow frowned angrily. He could just envision her casually checking her nails while she said this, like putting a hit out on people was something she did every day.
"Oh," she added, "and one more thing: while I would prefer them to be brought to me alive, it isn't entirely necessary. Happy hunting…"
With that, the announcement ended.
"Welp, no point in hiding anymore," Edward said. He clapped his hands and, in a flash, he and Aerrow were returned to their normal clothes.
"I guess there's only one thing we can do now," Aerrow said grimly.
"I think I can figure out what that is."
"Yep. Run like hell."
So they set off again, sprinting full-throttle through the corridors, sliding around corners and ducking and weaving around the soldiers they encountered. At one point a Talon stood right in the centre of the corridor, trying to block their path, but Edward leapfrogged over his head while Aerrow jumped down and slid between his legs, and in a split second they were running again.
"I gotta say," Aerrow said as they ran, "I've never wondered what it's like to be wanted like this, but-"
"Trust me; it's never a good experience!" Edward interjected. "Let's just get back to your ride and GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS SHITHOLE!"
They turned another corner and found themselves in the same corridor where they had brushed with the Dark Ace. It was obvious, since this was the only corridor they'd come across which had a janitor's closet with a dented door.
"Can we stop for a second?" asked Edward. "I just need to catch my breath."
Aerrow skidded to a halt while his companion almost fell over, gasping for air.
"I don't wanna… do too many… transmutations," he panted. "Don't wanna… risk using… the Stone's power… haa…"
"We don't have far to go," said Aerrow, "and nobody's caught us so far. If this goes according to plan, we might actually make it out of here!"
"Oh, I'm afraid you're nowhere near correct about that, Aerrow."
The Sky Knight scowled in rage and the alchemist's eyes widened in fear as they turned around to face their new opponent.
The Dark Ace strode confidently towards them, smiling smugly as he unsheathed his sword. Aerrow drew his own blades and adopted a defensive stance.
"I thought there was something familiar about those two Talons I encountered earlier," said the Dark Ace as he activated his own weapon. "I should have cut you down right then and there. Still, better late than never!"
He brought his sword down on Aerrow, who only barely managed to block it with his energy blades, and even then the attack was so strong that he was forced to his knees under the weapon's weight.
"Edward, get out of here," he commanded calmly.
"Are you sure you can-" Edward started.
"Just RUN!" Aerrow yelled.
No further hesitation. Edward dashed away in the direction of the hatchway they had used as an entrance.
While the teen was distracted, the Dark Ace kicked Aerrow in the chest, sending him flying several feet and landing on his back on the floor. He quickly jumped to his feet, ready to resume the battle.
"So what happened to your face?" the Dark Ace asked casually, holding his weapon erect. "Looks like I'm not the only one who wants a piece of you."
"I've been trying other people," said Aerrow, "but don't worry: you'll always be the one I wanna take down the most."
The Dark Ace laughed.
"Not unless I take you first!"
He sprang forward, slashing with his sword, but Aerrow deflected the blow and carried this action into a spin, which he finished by swiping scissor-style at his opponent with his energy blades, but the Dark Ace jumped back, flipped over on a single hand and charged again.
"Show-off," muttered Aerrow, but he had to focus again as the Dark Ace brought his blade up from below, and only just managed to block it with his own weapons.
"It's still far better than anything you'll be able to achieve, you immature brat!" the Dark Ace snarled, and pulled back for another attack.
Edward ran onward in a blur of rage.
How in any kind of hell could Aerrow expect to fight that guy on his own? How?! The man was practically twice his size and had a sword that could probably smash a diamond in half! And Aerrow seriously thought he could take him on?
Of course, he was probably a much more capable fighter than Edward had seen, as admittedly he hadn't seen a lot him in fights, but it was still a very worrying thought.
He saw some Talons up ahead, trying to block his path.
"Stop right there, shorty!" one of them shouted.
"No use trying to get past us, little guy!" another taunted.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!" Edward responded as loudly as possible.
Screaming at the top of his lungs, much like he had during his first flight, he pulled back his fists and jumped, punching straight through the human blockade like some sort of demented superhero, rolled head-over-heels along the ground and continued running as if nothing had happened.
His way clear, Edward was free to swing into the nearby door and wrench the hatch open. He could see the parked skimmer waiting for him down below, his brilliant red coat still draped over it, clearly waiting for him to retrieve it.
And he was very tempted to leap on and ride away, but…
He looked back over his shoulder.
Could Aerrow really hold his own against that guy, the Dark Ace, supposedly one of the toughest on this whole terra?
Edward's grip tightened on the hatch and he growled quietly in frustration.
That boy had gone out of his way to get him here, to find what he needed to make the Philosopher's Stone, and still had yet to ask for anything in return. And now he was holding off some kind of Mustang-type badass to buy him time to escape, in spite of all the prior belligerence Edward had dished out to him.
What a noble, heroic, brave-hearted moron.
Could he really abandon him like that?
With his teeth gritted, Edward jumped down into the hatchway.
The blow sent Aerrow's energy blades flying out of his hands, and he was left to shield himself with only his arms as the Dark Ace fired at him with his sword with enough force to send him flying down the rest of the corridor and crashing into the wall hard enough to dent it. Dazed, he slid down to the floor.
Before he had a chance to get up, his adversary was upon him: the Dark Ace dug the tip of his sword into the wall beside Aerrow's shoulder and leaned the blade across his neck, and held him down with a foot on his thigh.
"If my hand were to slip right now," he said, quiet and sinister, "I could take your head off your shoulders in a heartbeat. Do you think I should savour this moment now that I finally have you exactly where I want you? Or would you prefer me to end you now?"
Aerrow glanced down at the blade at his throat. If it stayed there any longer it was probably going to burn his neck.
"Knowing you," he said, "you'll just drag it out for as long as possible and give me time to recover and beat you."
The Dark Ace grimaced in distaste. He yanked his sword out of the wall and backhanded Aerrow across the face with enough force to send him a further ten feet down the corridor before he finally slid to a halt. A sharp sting and hot wetness on his cheek informed the Sky Knight that his cut had reopened again.
"I've been waiting for this day for longer than I can recall," the Dark Ace said as he walked over to where Aerrow lay, not knowing whether to get up or not. "The chance to finally finish you off so I never have to see your face again."
He pointed his weapon at Aerrow's face.
"You're just like him," he said, practically spitting the final word. "And you haven't even realised, have you?"
Aerrow stared up at him, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Who?" he asked. "Who're you talking about?"
The Dark Ace frowned.
"You should know," he said, his voice betraying his bafflement. "You don't remember him?"
"Remember who?!" Aerrow demanded. "What the hell are you talki-"
He was cut off when the Dark Ace kicked him viciously in the stomach, and he curled inward, gasping for breath and clutching his body.
"It's of little consequence," he commented, and raised his sword once again. "Sorry to cut our little discussion short, but your time has just run out."
"I DON'T THINK SO!"
Before either fighters had time to react, the Dark Ace was practically blasted down the corridor by a blur of red, black and gold that seemed to move almost at the speed of sound.
Aerrow stared, slack-jawed, as Edward, foot now removed from the Talon Commander's face, gracefully flipped backwards and landed in a crouch on the floor, his coat billowing out and settling around him in a manner that could only be described as over-dramatic.
'Edward…" Aerrow propped himself up on his shoulders. "I thought you-"
"DON'T YOU EVER TELL ME TO JUST RUN OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT AGAIN!" Edward shouted. "DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
"Okay, okay! Jeez…" said Aerrow as they both stood up. "If you wanted to join in that badly, you could've told me. There's plenty to go 'round."
"You said this guy was one of the toughest here," Edward recounted as the Dark Ace started getting up. "I don't care if you two have a history. You're my ticket out of here and you've got people waiting for you. You really think I'm about to leave you here?"
Aerrow almost laughed.
"Wow," he said. "For a moment there, I almost thought you were beginning to like me."
"Yeah, well," said Edward as he raised his fists, "we've got other things to worry about right now."
Having straightened up, the Dark Ace levelled his sword at the pair.
"Two against one, then?" he asked. "No matter: I can take you both!"
He charged at Aerrow and Edward, who strengthened their stance rather than moving, and only had to glance at one another to know that they were both thinking the same thing.
When he reached them, they ducked down to avoid the blow and simultaneously punched him in the stomach, then moved upwards and whammed his back with their elbows. However, the Dark Ace still refused to fall down, but when he turned to attack again he was greeted by two fists being thrown full-force into his face, which probably wouldn't have knocked him out were it not for one of them being made of reinforced steel.
As it was, he collapsed and didn't get up again.
Aerrow and Edward finally had a proper chance to catch their breaths.
"That didn't take as long as I'd expected," Edward commented.
"I wasn't going to let him finish first," said Aerrow. "Let's go before he gets up!"
The Sky Knight threw the hatch open and jumped down, foregoing the standard method of ladder descent by simply grabbing the sides of the implement and sliding down, all the way to the bottom as though he were a budget firefighter. The alchemist didn't take long to follow, but not far from the top he pressed his hands together and then laid them on the ladder, which started disintegrating just as quickly as he slid down what was left of its length.
"I doubt they'd follow us that way," Aerrow said as they mounted his ride.
"I'm not taking any chances!" said Edward.
Aerrow didn't wait any longer. He revved up the engine and zoomed through the pipe, leaning almost horizontally across his handlebars while Edward held onto the sidecar as tightly as he could without breaking it. It wasn't long before they were out of the pipe and dropping down towards the Wastelands, at which point Edward deployed the wings as before and they returned to ducking and weaving through the dangers of the volcanic expanse.
"That could've gone worse!" Aerrow said happily. "I'll admit it probably could've gone a lot better, but not only did we escape without getting hurt but we actually got the Philosopher's Stone! You'll be able to go home and see your family again! Isn't that great?"
"Yeah, it's awesome!" Edward replied. "Just so long as we're not-"
A bolt of energy shot past, almost knocking them out of the air, and Aerrow had to duck and swerve wildly to avoid getting hit.
"-followed," Edward finished uselessly as they looked back.
A small platoon of Talons was following them, veering from side-to-side every now and again to avoid the Wasteland's explosive hazards, and they were levelling their staves for another attack.
"Crud," Aerrow muttered, and pulled up.
"Wait, what're you doing?!" Edward spluttered. "If you go up to above the clouds we'll be sitting ducks!"
"I know," said Aerrow, "but they will be too."
They rose above the clouds as the blood-red sky receded once again into bright blue, with their pursuers popping up behind them with little trails of vapour streaming from their ride's wings.
"Ever flown one of these things before?" asked Aerrow as he drew one of his knives and fired uselessly at the Talons.
"Wai-wh… WHAT?!" yelled Edward in shock. "You can't seriously be suggesting what I think you're suggesting!"
"Oh, I am!" Aerrow said cheerfully. "I'll be abandoning my ride in a few seconds to fight these guys so you're gonna have to take the wheel while I'm off. It's not too hard: it's like riding a bicycle!"
"Well, I never properly got the hang of bicycles!" Edward replied. "I swear, if you just jump off-"
"I'm not just gonna jump off!"
"Oh, thank god."
"Not since you broke my glider that night you robbed the Beacon Tower. Gimme a sec!"
He pulled up again, moving almost vertically upwards, while Edward clung to the sidecar and screamed out his terror once again.
"And since I don't have my glider," Aerrow said, drawing both of his knives, "I'm gonna have to find some other means of propulsion."
He looked at his blades.
"Yeah," he said, "this ought to work!"
"What ought to work?!" asked Edward desperately. "Shouldn't you be looking where you're going? We're still going up, you know! At a pretty damn alarming rate!"
"Good," said Aerrow. "That should give me more distance! Don't worry: just keep your grip on the handles, you should find steering easy enough, and use the pedals down there for extra speed. Be right back!"
Without waiting for Edward to speak again, he jumped off his skimmer while simultaneously firing his energy blades into it – not with enough power to damage it, but enough to push him further through the air than he would otherwise have travelled. And suddenly he was flying, mostly in a downwards direction but definitely moving towards the Cyclonians.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Edward screamed at his retreating form.
He knew that if he didn't jump into the saddle soon, he'd be jumping into a hole six-feet deep, but at the same time he didn't want to risk losing his grip entirely and falling to a different kind of untimely demise.
Maybe if he moved slowly enough he'd be okay, and he could get to where he needed to be without putting his life in even more unspeakable danger than it was in already…
…but no. Of course things couldn't go his way.
As he was reaching for the handlebars, the skimmer reached the height of its arc and leaned backwards, and with one hand removed Edward lost his grip on the sidecar and both of them started to fall. It started to spiral, spinning around and around and threatening to bat the alchemist out into the great beyond, and while he was trying his absolute hardest not to panic (which was definitely no small feat) his arms flailed wildly as he tried to get a grip on the handlebars.
"Come on…" he desperately gasped.
Somehow – he wasn't entirely sure how – he managed to hook a finger over one of the handles and drag his body downwards, to the point that he actually managed to grab hold of both and pull himself into the seat.
What was it Aerrow had said? The pedals for extra propulsion… this would be so much easier if his body could only be stretched out a little bit…
Crap, had he just called himself small?!
Never mind. He'd worry about that later.
By wrenching the handlebars in the opposite direction he somehow managed to correct the spiralling, and dug down as far as he could to reach the pedals.
True to Aerrow's word, the engines flared and Edward leaned back as far as he could and before he knew it, he was rising. When he was a reasonable distance above the lowest cloud layer, he lifted his feet off the pedals and realised he had levelled out.
Heh. Maybe this wasn't as difficult as he'd realised. There seemed to be a certain liberty that came with flying like this, the wind in his hair and beating against his face…
Alphonse would love this.
He quickly checked his pocket. He still had the Philosopher's Stone, thank god. He didn't want to have come this far only to lose it to the nightmarish Wastelands now.
But when he looked back up, his expression turned to one of shock when he saw two equally-surprised Talons headed straight for him. Without a second thought he wrenched the skimmer to one side with enough force to send it into another spin, ripping through the Cyclonians like a hurricane before levelling out again. When he noticed the blood-red clouds drawing closer he pulled hard on the right handlebar to turn away and fly in the opposite direction.
"Okay," he panted, as the pounding of his heart was leaving him exhausted. "Gotta get this under control. I don't want any more goddamn surprises, this is hard enough!"
He saw, out of the corner of his eye, somebody landing on the skimmer's wing.
But it wasn't Aerrow.
Unfortunately.
"Then I'm afraid I'm about to ruin your day," said the Dark Ace as he casually approached, trailing his deactivated sword along the plating and probably leaving a deep scratch in the chrome.
Edward tried his hardest to pay attention to flying, but he couldn't take his eyes off this man who seemed at least five times as large as him now that they were under the sun.
"Your name is Edward, isn't it?" said the Dark Ace. "It's an unusual name, I'll admit, but I suppose it's as good as any."
"What? And 'Dark Ace' is somehow better?" asked Edward.
"Shut your mouth!" the tall man shouted, having apparently not forgotten what had happened back at his HQ. "The reason I'm here is because my Master wishes to make you an offer. If you were trained in the correct way, you could be an excellent asset to her cause."
Edward gritted his teeth and scowled with all his might.
"All she wants is for you to turn yourself in and hand over the Philosopher's Stone," the Dark Ace continued, "and you will never want for anything for the rest of your life. Interested?"
Before he replied, Edward removed his right glove, stashed it in his pocket and pulled up his sleeves.
"Do I even have to say the word 'no'?" he asked.
He clapped, then placed his left hand on his right forearm and drew out the plating to a deadly razor-sharp point that reach past his hand.
"She also told me," said the Dark Ace, raising and activating his sword, "that if you refused I was to take back your head!"
"Sorry, pal," said Edward, "but you remind me a little too much of somebody I REALLY DON'T LIKE!"
Although he wouldn't have been the first to admit it, Aerrow was having the time of his life.
Using blasts from his energy blades to give himself a little extra push, he propelled his body from one Cyclonian ride to another, and every single Talon he confronted had a hilarious expression of terror and disbelief on his face as he bailed from his smoking vehicle and parachuted to safety.
When he landed on the next one, he only had to smile and raise his eyebrow in as cocky a manner as he could manage, and the poor man screamed like a little girl and dived out into the clouds. Aerrow decided to hijack the skimmer and flew until he was directly over another, who looked up and gaped in shock. He retracted the wings, causing the ride to fall right down onto the one below it, and used the resultant blast to give his body an extra boost and landed on the ride of yet another, who didn't seem to see or hear him until he grabbed his collar and threw him to one side. Needless to say, he was pretty shocked.
Being without a glider was giving the redhead a sense of urgency that he didn't think he'd ever felt before, and he'd probably never feel it again. His heart was pounding out of his chest, his body was buzzing with adrenaline, oh god, the rush…
And now he was going to have even more fun.
He looked around and saw about three more pursuing him, snarling in anger, probably trying to look scary. So he turned about and started flying straight at the one in the centre, narrowing his eyes and smiling wickedly.
He didn't have anything to worry about. Cyclonians always blinked first.
He revved the engine for a little extra speed as the Talon's confidence started to fade, and he dived off his ride just in time for the skimmer Aerrow was riding to reach it and crash into it, with the Sky Knight in question once again using the explosion to blow his body onto another's ride, this one a heliscooter. He grabbed its chassis and the vehicle spun over and over to one side on its propeller, with the hapless pilot screaming wildly until he lost his grip and was thrown off to the side, at which point Aerrow boarded it and started flying to his final target.
However, at that moment, he just so happened to glance down.
And this was where he saw Edward trying, and quite clearly failing, to hold his own against him.
His mind raced. What could he do? Edward wasn't used to flying, something the Dark Ace seemed to realise and be taking advantage of it from what he could tell, and if they kept up like this the ride would lose control and crash.
He looked back to the last Talon left, who was eyeing him warily.
Okay. This would take some careful timing. And if he didn't nail the angle with expert precision he'd be sent flying into the Wastelands.
Just a little closer…
He concentrated, once again feeling that energy, that electricity, flowing through his body like a river and pouring into his weapons as he drew them and held them as tightly as he dared.
Just as the heliscooter collided with the skimmer and the Talon jumped for his life, Aerrow released the power he had been building and fired right into the vehicles, and then he too was diving downwards, but the shockwave of the explosion was propelling him in the exact direction he had been hoping for.
Wouldn't be long now.
The Dark Ace slapped Edward's arm aside and pushed him down with a foot on his chest, dangerously close to his neck, and held him there with his sword in the boy's face.
"I'd be interested in hearing how somebody who fights as pathetically as you would be able to evade my master," he said. "Not to mention somebody so pitifully small."
"DON'T CALL ME SMALL!" Edward screamed. "I'LL RIP YOUR EYES OUT OF YOUR FACE AND SHOVE THEM SO FAR DOWN YOUR THROAT YOU'LL BE SEEING OUT YOUR ASSHOLE!"
He would have ranted more, but the Dark Ace held the point of his sword dangerously close to his chin and he leaned back, whimpering in fright.
"You're wishing your friend was here, aren't you?" the tall man asked. "You're hoping he's just going to drop down out of the sky to save you, am I correct? But from what I can tell, he's abandoned you. So I'm afraid this is where it ends for you, alchemist."
Something landed on the back end of the skimmer.
"Aww," said the voice of Aerrow. "So you do think about me!"
When the Dark Ace looked up, Aerrow was brandishing his blades just as he always did and smiling that same confident and cocky smile that would easily make somebody sick.
"And how about you lay off him before I do something I might regret?" he asked not-so-politely.
The Dark Ace scowled in anger.
But then he looked down to the right, and smiled rather smugly.
"What're you so happy about?" Aerrow demanded.
"You'll see," the Dark Ace replied. "If you survive, that is."
And then he stepped off the skimmer, carving into its side with his immense sword and sending sparks and red-hot scraps of metal flying everywhere, before activating his glider and soaring away.
"SHIT!" yelled Edward in shock.
Aerrow jumped down into the saddle, grabbed the handlebars and tried desperately to pull up, having to lean over the alchemist in a rather awkward position.
"I can't keep it up much longer!" he cried as they started leaning to the right. "We gotta find some place to land!"
"Down there!" shouted Edward, pointing at a terra further down in the clouds to which they were headed at an alarming speed. "Don't let us die, Flyboy!"
He threw himself forward and latched onto the Sky Knight's body, and Aerrow hurled their combined weights into steering towards the terra, which loomed towards them like a dark grey monster.
"We're gonna crash!" Aerrow shouted. "BRACE YOURSELF!"
The skimmer bounced as it hit the ground and both teens were thrown off, and the crashing and splintering of metal combined with Edward's terrified screams were the last things Aerrow heard before he was engulfed in blackness.
DUN DUN DUUUUUUN
Sorry this took so long. I got wrapped up in a new drawing and it kinda distracted me. I've already finished the next chapter but I'm not going to upload it immediately because that would make it seem a little too rushed or crowded or whatever.
I will admit that Aerrow using blasts from his energy blades and explosions from skimmers to propel his body from place to place and carry out that fight was inspired by the gunshot-propellant fighting styles employed in RWBY, which I have recently become very interested in and quite a fan of. The biggest difference I think is that the fights in Storm Hawks are 3-dimensional, with characters going up and down as well as across, which if anything makes them that much more fun to watch and experience and that much more difficult to visualize and write :/
I tried to fill the fight between Aerrow and the Dark Ace with as much innuendo as I could. I don't really ship it, but I did want to have some fun and I hope you all had fun reading it. It's definitely a lot more blatant in some parts than it is in others.
Reviews are most welcome!
