Post by Jack Dawson Jr. on Nov 30, 2019 9:47:53 GMT -5
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Scorpion sting, I don't wanna
bleed
tell me that I'm not
lost
Flying wasn't so much the difficulty, as landing was.
His landing strategy had gone off well, without a hitch, as long as he was in the air. Airborne, it was easy enough. But the really scary part came when the momentum from the launchpad ceased, and he began to fall. His wings caught him easily, and slowed his descent, but they weren't quite strong enough yet to maintain his altitude this high up.
But more to the point, a strong gust blew through, and his trajectory reversed.
He had been trying to glide his way over towards the spot Ameli said to go, and was making quite a bit of headway, but now, suddenly, he was whirling backwards, his massive wings catching the breeze and sending him reeling in the wrong direction.
Which, unfortunately, meant his momentum from the launch had completely cut out, as opposed to simply slowing. Which meant he was falling fast, in the wrong direction. What tremendous luck. Fortunately for the other Huntsman trainees, none of them had huge wings that they could be turned around mid-air by a strong enough breeze- if anything, they would have felt a bit of turbulence, but would have continued forward, rather than getting turned around, and spiraling towards the ground. Damn aerodynamics.
At any rate, his landing strategy hadn't gone according to plan, which was what he had feared the most, but he didn't have time to be scared. He had to act fast if he wanted to survive, and act fast, he did. Twisting to match his new trajectory, his wings spread out to slow his descent, and as trees swiftly approached him, he grimaced, throwing his Aura up for a rough landing. Tree limbs battered against him as he fell, but slowly, surely, he landed in the grass, tumbling and beaten up, but safe and alive.
And fortunately, with all of his gear intact, slung precariously around his waist- backpack's not much good if it impedes flight after all, and getting his wings through the little straps was an exercise in futility, on a good day.
Giving the hefty bag a pat, glad to see it was fine, he stood up, stretching out his arms, legs, and wings. Well, that was unexpected, but things could always be worse. He took a look around. This part of the woods seemed to be closer to the starting point than where he'd been headed, though by no means was it close- likely, it was about the standard distance most of the launchpads had thrown everyone, more or less, aside from those (like himself) who'd tried valiantly to go further out. He looked up, hoping to see his armor-clad friend soaring overhead, towards her designated campsite, but no such luck was had. He hadn't expected much, anyways- he may have been among the first few to launch, but there still weren't many between him and Ameli, and in the time it took for him to launch, soar, and tumble, she would have already passed him, en route to the other side of the forest.
"Well... Guess I better start walking, then..."
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