A Crumbling Society

Part 3-3

The aircraft's nose rose upward while it ascended, a few moments later it made a back flip and spun around to turn. Now flying in the path, it came from it was looking for me, when reaching an opening I struck. Taking the tree in both my hands I swung it like a bat and slammed it right into the jet. Trying to escape the hit I was able to tear a wing off sending it spiraling. Eventually it crashed in the water before catching fire, I was in the clear, so I headed back to my original flight plan. After getting out from the valley and nearing the shopping center again I heard an even louder emission noise. Six more jets had breached the location, each one of them was trying to lock me in place. Deciding that running was the better option I tried doing just that, only they didn't like it. Forming a line and following closely I couldn't shake them; they were more persistent than the other three. Since I couldn't outrun this many fighting seemed like the better choice. Staying in flight, right as I moved slightly to the left something whizzed right at my side. Trying to figure out what exactly it was a few more objects did the same. Checking behind me I noticed a piece hanging underneath the jet leading the group, it was a gatling gun. Spinning again, bullets filed out of each port aiming for me while I tried moving out of the way. Each time my body moved up and down or left to right more sets of ammunition took turns at me. Now the others were firing at me, it was time to come up with my attack or I'm going to get shot. Letting them follow for a bit bought me some time, when I was ready, I stopped abruptly in the air. Two on my right and three on my left scattered out of the way, the one in front tilted. Flying sideways it continued getting very close, this was what I wanted. Placing my hand out and sensing the jet I tore the belly wide open; this caused it to jumble. Losing control, it twirled around losing altitude and crashing in a field below. Watching it fall was satisfying, everything was fine until they decided to bother me. If they're going to mess with me then they'll get what they deserve. The rest of the squad returned each crossing streams to try and hit me as they took turns. From all directions I had to doge what I could, eventually I was able to get a grip on one of the tails. It pulled me as I don't think they realized what was going on. My ride lasted a few minutes before the jet started spinning to get me to let go. With my other hand grabbing at the tail both of them squeezed tight getting a good hold. As if I changed gravity, it seemed like I was standing in midair, this slowed me and the jet in my hands down. Without wasting time, I began spinning in place hauling the aircraft counterclockwise. Another jet came into the vicinity, and I let go right as it got close.

Smashing into one another scraps of metal flew around and larger parts were thrown from the force. Smoke filled the air but not for long, another jet darted right through the cloud. Guns aimed and starting to shoot I moved out of the way as it followed, I placed a shield up for now and it was holding. Pelt marks blurred my vision, but my magic kept me in tune with the jets flying by. When the barrage of bullets finished, I was surrounded by a triangle blockade. Extending my hands out to full wingspan my shield pulsed off of me creating a wave that threw the jets backwards. I began flying once more to gain some distance from them escaping their trap. Powering through the sky as fast as possible they began gaining on me. Escaping was an option until now, they're going to be consistent in following me unless I take them out. Either they know who I am, or they think I shouldn't be flying, maybe because I'm dressed like a hero. At this point I don't care anymore, I'm the world's most wanted "criminal". Switching to my back while still flying gave me better range to blast attacks at them. The ends of my fists were glowing, and energy would stream off towards the aircrafts. I made sure to check behind me so that I didn't run into anything while on the attack. When I stopped, they started and then I took my turn missing contact from the bullets. Lasting for a good bit of time I grew tired of it and stopped flying. Now I took my body and spun it around clockwise bringing my arms out, drawing in the atmosphere around me. Light disappeared behind dark clouds that formed, and the wind picked up. Quickly the clouds attracted themselves to my movements forming a twister. Building momentum before sending it off it headed towards them, two of them escaped but one got sucked in. He followed the path of the twister until it flung him out and towards the end of the mountains. In the distance you could see the explosion, turning to face the last two I was clipped and knocked off balance. Falling towards the ground I was flailing to stabilize myself. Not having flying mastered complicated things making it worse but finally I was able to stop. Just a few feet from landing face first I hovered for a moment, got my bearings, and sprang back up. Meeting both jets above my anger was starting to take control.