First, lightning arced from the tips of the Blackbird's wings to the chaff trailing behind in its wake. Not much; only what energy could be coaxed out of the atmosphere closest to the plane. The chaff lit up, drawing both missiles off course—but wasn't enough to detonate them. Both passed through the chaff cloud undamaged, but lost speed.
With Zancrow leaning out of the side, it couldn't maneuver very dramatically without injuring him. But the reserve was getting closer, and the pursuing jets were running out of water. With Zancrow throwing fire at them, they couldn't get closer—and one of the fireballs slammed into a missile, detonating it in empty air.
Joss' radar scrambling kept the last missile circling back on itself before streaking down into the ocean. The third jet returned, and the trio of planes fell into a tight formation again. The jets’ engine roared, sending them streaking overhead out of Zancrow’s reach—and then away into the cloudbank, leaving behind questions and exhaust.
They had escaped—but the damaged engine wouldn't make the crossing back without repair. The only way was forwards, over the frozen mountains and into the verdant green of the Savage Land.]
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First, lightning arced from the tips of the Blackbird's wings to the chaff trailing behind in its wake. Not much; only what energy could be coaxed out of the atmosphere closest to the plane. The chaff lit up, drawing both missiles off course—but wasn't enough to detonate them. Both passed through the chaff cloud undamaged, but lost speed.
With Zancrow leaning out of the side, it couldn't maneuver very dramatically without injuring him. But the reserve was getting closer, and the pursuing jets were running out of water. With Zancrow throwing fire at them, they couldn't get closer—and one of the fireballs slammed into a missile, detonating it in empty air.
Joss' radar scrambling kept the last missile circling back on itself before streaking down into the ocean. The third jet returned, and the trio of planes fell into a tight formation again. The jets’ engine roared, sending them streaking overhead out of Zancrow’s reach—and then away into the cloudbank, leaving behind questions and exhaust.
They had escaped—but the damaged engine wouldn't make the crossing back without repair. The only way was forwards, over the frozen mountains and into the verdant green of the Savage Land.]