!!jz5JQZ1dN2Q 04/30/12(Mon)23:46 No.18928975|
>implying we aren't going to team up
In the air, several of the more unusual, “Vampire” fighters were lazily firing masers, using their extended fins to collect energy from the ocean’s currents, and fire. They weren’t as powerful as the fighters on the Continent, or even the first to drop, but they made up for it in volume, seemingly firing without needing to cool down, the furious beams tearing apart the Short Sunderland that was struggling to stay in the air.
“.Hey Witches,” the pilot said, “We have some RAF guys here, they will help you jump out before this plane goes down for good, you are more important than us here, because you’ll save Australia, right?” he laughed, as the number 4 engine caught on fire, causing the propeller plane to dive faster.
“No sir!” the American witch said, her southern accent filled with a sort of glee, before she aimed a torpedo directly at the fighter.
“Excuse me, miss darkie,” one of the Japanese witches responded, “But, in training, these torpedoes did not have the range to.. fly.
“Its Dorothy, and I’m magic, “ she said, before channeling the familiar, the plover feathers and magical power not helping the flying boat’s stability. “Now hang on Foxes, and keep my aim steady...” She collected electromagnetic energy, her magical ability acting as a conduit for the Earth‘s own magnetic field. ”Build up, just like they said in classes!” she shouted, as Élisabeth, the Northermost witch stared, ”The.. Northern lights.. ”