Yeah, I like frenchtoast!
Yay!
The air around them was quiet.
Except for the trickling of the river, there was no noise to ease up the tension.
Aerrow cocked an eyebrow. "How do you not know what the Storm Hawks are? Do you even know what a squadron is?"
The man was silent.
"Or what a skyknight is? Anything?!"
Ace blinked.
"Do you know anysquadrons? The Rex Guardians? Absolute Zeroes? The Screaming Queens?...The Red Burners?!"
More blinking.
"DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING?!" Aerrow exclaimed, exasperated.
Ace shrugged. "What in Somta are you talking about?"
Aerrow grunted. "I can't believe...wait, what?"
"Somta, it's what our land is called. Terras of all kinds are part of it."
The skyknight gaped. He backed up and turned around, walking through the tall trees.
He made it to the very edge of the terra, where he could clearly see the sky.
His eyes widened. The area was nothing like Atmos.
Uh oh.
Aerrow and his squadron are in a different universe!
SAVE YOURSELVES!