Death or Glory

Part 1

S- The wind slapped against Jarrod's face as he sat in the pilot's seat of his Tommy and looked down over the expanse of ground below them. France was a beautiful country and Jarrod thought it was a shame war of this caliber had spoiled such beauty. Regardless he had a job to do as a pilot for the United States Military. He had received and passed the training with flying colors had a few battles under his belt by now. He was fairly proud of his ability as a pilot though he wished he could put it to better use than this.
Jarrod flew into his position within the formation of planes moving towards the horizon. It wouldn't be long now before they came into contact with the German's.
"Got Germans coming over the horizon strap in gentlemen this is going to get ugly", The voice of their captain came over the radio.
Jarrod squinted slightly, but after a few moments he could see them. Dozens of German aircraft moving towards them. He felt the familiar hype of adrenaline right before a fight a potent mix of fear and excitement in equal measure. It was a sizable force, but the Germans were outnumbered it should be a relatively simple skirmish to win even if they took some losses.

Z- The German fighters engage, a hodgepodge group of bi and triplanes. They mix with the Allied fighters, spinning in a deadly yet beautiful display. Suddenly, however, they turn, disappearing into the clouds.
S- Immediately the sky lit up with the sound and flashes of gunfire as the German fighters engaged. Jarrod was in the process of watching a German triplane he had shot down spiral it's way downward towards the ground when the German fighters disengaged and vanished into the clouds.
"What the hell.... Bit early for them to realize they are outnumbered.... what are they doing?", Jarrod said to himself.

Z- Out of the corner of his eye, a large shape could be seen diving from the clouds like a gigantic bird of prey, aiming at his wingman... and ramming it, taking off the fighter's right wings. The plane spirals out of controls, the creature tearing the pilot from it and biting into the American. A few more of the creatures dive out of the clouds, attacking the planes in his squadron, not attempting to go for the German fighters.

S- Jarrod's eyes widened as he witnesses his wingman dispatched by the giant creature. What was worse even more of the creatures dove down from the clouds and immediately explosions and screams filled the air. Jarrod spun his Tommy around and immediately unleashed a hail of gunfire at one of the creatures riddling it with holes and sending it spiraling towards the ground. It wasn't enough and he knew it this had gone from a simple skirmish to a losing battle in nearly instant. The creatures were faster and far more maneuverable than any of the American planes at their disposal.
"Fine then......rest easy Dale least I can do is take down the damn thing that took you out", Jarrod said.
Jarrod spun his plane around narrowly avoiding one of the creatures as he went straight for the large one that took out his wing man. He unleashed a hail of gunfire hoping to take the thing out before it turned its attention on him.

Z- The creature, a black and tanned bat thing, climbs to evade the hail of bullets. A snarl is heard behind him, and another creature dives from the clouds onto his six, reddish-orange fur seeming to be aflame in the light of his muzzle flashes.

S- Jarrod swore as his hail of bullets missed their mark and he did his best not to let go of his position behind the large black and tan creature. And that was when he heard the snarl and glanced back at his six to see another one had taken position right behind him this one had reddish orange fur. It was a bad situation and Jarrod knew it just trying to maintain his position on the black creature was a challenge fit for an ace, but with this thing behind him his odds had went from slim to almost none. He grinned however when he saw another friend of his take up position behind the orange furred creature and began firing at it trying to cover Jarrod.
"Not this time ugly....", A man named John Fawkes stared stoically.
This man was a good friend of Jarrod's despite their clear difference in personalities. Jarrod was more reckless and sociable whereas John was stoic and kept to himself.