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!!9Fl1g8eDF/c 03/14/12(Wed)05:45 No.18321958>23 rounds
>1 priest, one hammerdude, 2 dragons--1 kill, 3 assists
>27 xp
Oleg Morchenko screwed his eyes shut, holding onto the wyvern's body for dear life as it undulated. Beasts did not scare him; just moments ago, he was firing at wyverns as they made passes over his foxhole, his boots covered in hot shell casings. The enemy did not scare him; they were just men--and men, he reminded himself, could be broken. He did, however, have a very poignant fear of heights, owing to a very unfortunate childhood incident that involved a neighbor's cow, a small cart, and a pack of matches. This fear, when mixed with a terrible case of motion sickness, made Oleg not like being off the ground for more than a couple of minutes.
It was unfortunate, then, that his first deployment with his target Field Officer Ella Cotton was atop an archipelago in the clouds, doubly so now that he found himself, his squadmate, a miss Abilene Tomas, and their commanding officer all holding on for dear life onto an undead dragon, somehow flying back to base. "How are we flying?!" Abilene screamed, the Ghoulified wyvern dipping and rising erratically, the beast's strained cries uttering out from its ruined vocal cords. "Ella, you can't even drive stick, let alone fly a dragon!"
"Abby, shut up, I'm tryin' to--shit!" The wyvern let out a tortured scream, falling several hundred feet through the air before precariously climbing back into the air. "Okay, we're back! Lost control for a second there, but we're back!" Ella let out a fierce grin. "I think I'm gettin' the hang of this!"
"I'm going to throw up," Oleg mumbled under his breath.
"You do and I'll drop you from this thing myself!" Abby shouted back. |
