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Chapter 24 Adam had barely enough time to dodge an in coming missile. The missiles were not made of pure energy like the bullets shot from the alien weapons. Instead it was made of a strong metal, propelled by a solar reactor engine that kept the missile aloft. The metal projectile whizzed by with a flash of grey and a tail of white smoke trailing behind it.
Adam, cautiously, asked Gavin about the missiles and was replied with another detailed explanation. "Think of it as self destruct button that locks onto a target and explodes when the target is close." Gavin had said." Inside the missile is a large amount of any such particle~a negatively charged electron, or a positively charged proton~can be turned into a missile, but when clumped together as such, it can be hillariously more stronger than a single particle. But their not good for killing insurgents, because they are to small, which is why a metal casing was established."
Adam reminded himself, agian, not to ask Gavin any more questions. He was brought out of his thinking when the missile exploded twenty yards behind him. He was pushed forward several inches by the shockwave. A flock of bullets sped towards him but glanced off his wards, each deflect took small amounts of his own energy.
Since the fight started they had lost both their Troop Carriers and have a dozen men. However they had aslo diminished their opponents numbers dramatically, due to Adam's help. The bulky soldier's armor was dented and worn, whilst one of his guns atop his shoulder was severed and wasn't shooting.
The fight had long since started and seemed to have been going on for hours. Adam would have expected the battle to be shorter because of their and the enemy's numbers, which were little to begin with. But he attributed the length of the fight to the fact that each team was evenly matched wheather armor or firearms.
An unspecified number of twin pod jets flew overhead spraying gas and shooting beams of energy, some of which Adam obsorbed. "Brisingr!" He shouted, and immediately a line of fire arced across the sky, originating from his hand, and smashed agianst a jet as if it were a solid object.
As the jet exploded and debris fell from the sky Adam turned and headed to where Gavin was hiding. Gavin stood behind a wing of a jet that was lodged deep into the concrete highway firing his gun at the advancing added his own fire power and soon the group of aliens were a pile of disjointed figures and sperate limbs.
"Thanks, but there are more coming." Gavin said, taking the oppertunity to reload his gun and wipe the dust and grease from his glass eyeslit on his helmet. Adam shook his head, "We can't keep going like this forever. There are only like," He stopped and looked around at his teammates. "Eight of us left out of seventeen."
Gavin laughed, not because something was funny, but because he agreed with Adam. "I know, but it would help if you could do some hocus pocus!"
Adam grew angry, no one talked to him as if he weren't doing anything, especially when he was doing more than anyone else. "What do you think i've been doing!"
Gavin looked over to the rest of the alien detatchment, pointing at it as if it would disappear if he did. "Well they're still here aren't they."
"You want some hocus pocus? Then you got some hocus pocus." Adam smiled evily then left the cover and ran down the highway where the aliens were postioned. He slowed so he could count the number of remaining enemies. Four jets, one tank, and a couple dozen alien soldiers. "Good."
The aliens seemed to notice his presence because they began shooting lazers at him. He extended his mind to the comforting pools of pure energy and when the beams struck his skin they sunk into him with a flash of light. The energy he had just recieved was put into a single spell. "Flauga!"
He was propelled upward with amazing speed and soon reached the same alltitude of the highest jet. When the spell ceased draining the energy, he remained hanging in the air for several seconds. Before he plumetted to his death he shouted, "Fram!" Then he shot forward towards the jet. He could see the pilots within the cockpit began a series of blurred hands as they activated the guns. But it was too late for Adam had already landed on top of the jet and, pulling out his rifle, began running along the roof shooting at it with his gun. From his experience and Gavin's numerous teachings, Adam had leared that soldiers often sat in the center of the jets as they were transported to other locations. He didn't know if he hurt anyone, but held onto the idea that he had. Then as he reached the back of the ship he pulled out a gernade and pulled the pin. He jumped off the jet and, turning midair, threw the gernade into the propelling engines.
He returned to a diving position as the ship's engines blew up in a flash of fire and sparks. "One down, three to go." He said to himself, but also aloud.
The jet was still hovering but was also decending rapidly. Adam also noticed that there was a jet below the one he destroyed. The pilots seemed not to pay attention to the hunk of metal that was about to...
"Yep! Too late!" Adam laughed, he was still falling and had to repeat another spell to keep him airbourne. The two jets exploded with an exceedingly powerful shockwave that carried debris and smoke half a mile in every direction. "Two down two to go."
The other jets were some distance off so he landed and started fighting the aliens with his sword. Often times when he was no where near the aberations he would take out his rifle and open fire. Once he still brandished his gun and found himself slashing at an alien as if the gun were a sword. He soon had to fly off agian when the aliens sheer numbers crowded him in a petite area.
Gavin watched from the highway as two jets seemed to explode randomly. But he knew that Adam was the cause. He soon saw the aliens close in on one area, and then realized that Adam was in the midst when several fireballs flew from the center of the fight.
His teamates had recovered from their previous battle and he had convinced them to fight once more so Adam didnt get overwhelmed or possibly killed, though he doubted it. They were quickly on the move as his soldiers reluctantly agreed. Then when he saw another jet blow up, his spirits were increased with joy. They might just win.
Adam left the third jet to fall out of the sky on its own as he flew towards the next one. The wind whistled in his ears as he sped along, staying parellel with the ground. Missiles streaked into the sky, trailed by a white tail of smoke, and hundreds of bullets entered the air forcing him to land or get shot out of the sky.
Unfortunatly he landed directly infront of the tank, which was targeting him. He quickly formulated a plan.
Shielding himself with wards powered by several beams of energy, he looked towards the jet. Gathering far more energy than he had before, he shouted, "Brisingr raudhr!" The meaning behind the spell was different than its interpretation. He wanted the jet to heat to an extensive degree. If what Gavin said about the missiles, that they were heat seeking, were true, then his plan would work.
The jet was still about a half a mile from his position, but the spell instantaneously took effect, draining a significant amount of energy from him. The ship slowly turned to a bright red, with a shimmer reflecting heat of unbearable intensity. It was even hot where Adam stood.
Without hesitation he spun, shot three aliens that were trying to sneak up on him, drawn upon the last of his energy reserves and shouted, "Adurna thaefathan!" The spell carried out his disire and thickened the moisture in the air where it cooled everything within a ten yard perimeter. When he was done spinning he was facing the tanks barrel, with the jet behind him.
He waved, heard a click, than a loud hiss. Without a warning he ducked just as a missile billowed out of the barrel and into the sky. He hoped his trick would work, cause if everything was cool near the tank and the jet was bright hot... well he could only hope right.
The missile was locked onto Adam at first, then the water particles in the atmosphere condensed and jammed its sensors. When it sensed another heat source it locked onto it. The jet.
Adam watched as his scheme was working before his very eyes. The projectile smashed into the jet and exploded, blasting the ship into millions of sharp, hazardous peices. Fire erupted amidst black, oily smoke and formed a bumpy sphere of heat that rippled outward until it dispersed with whisps of vapor. He could hear gunfire as he returned to himself.
"No need to stare at your handiwork when you know it'll work princess!" Adam turned to see Gavin, accopanied by the rest of his squadron. Another group were farther down the highway warding off the oncoming enemies.