<Minnaloushe, Blazing Star of Saim-Hann> Amriel was met with a vision of the Vyper's front - Minna inside the pilot's seat. "Be my gunner?" She asked, turning and backing up as much as she could so the corsair could jump to the turret. "Come on, we'll take this behemoth down and we'll boast of it for a lifetime."
<One-Armed Pirate-King Amriel> The Corsair grinned, "I thought you'd never ask" and he leaps onto the Vyper, quickly securing himself into the Gunner's seat. "Come on! Let's show them that bigger isn't always better...but faster is!"
[OOC <Minnaloushe, Blazing Star of Saim-Hann> <One-Armed Pirate-King Amriel> \m/ Friends round tonight. Posting time curtailed, therefore! Also, Andipuppy, you're usually the one telling us to hurry up! ]
Liriasol was prepared for shooting multiple targets in rapid succession. What he was not prepared for, was the sudden flip and reverse thrust of the Serpent, catapulting him out of the end as if he were shuriken from a barrel. He cursed, automatically tucking in his long limbs and rollng with the fall as much as possible. The ground hit hard, and the stunned Ranger scrambled to his feet as quiickly as he could. The earth was shaking: that much wasn't his imagination, but the steps of the Knarloc as it shook the transport. The massive beast was shot and stabbed, but its limited intellect was simply too stupid for it to accept that it was dead yet. He could see two rough groups in the feathery savages, different colours like gang blazes or tribal markings. Some seemed more intent on their Krootish enemy, but he didn't credit them with finer points of etiquette right now. He cast around for shelter, ducking a thrown spear, finding none but the corpse of a huge, muscular jungle-dweller slumped over a piece of rough barricade. It would do. Through the dust and the press of bodies he couldn't really see what his companions were doing. Liriasol hunkered down low under his cameleoline coat and concentrated on shooting the Kroot who hadn't liked their little diplomatic episode.
<Architect> The Vyper flew away from the carcass of what used to be the Intemperate Serpent just in time to avoid its dying explosion. The Great Knarloc roared and threw the husk against the Host below. It was damaged, mainly it's spine, but it could keep on rampaging and it needed no more reasons. As the Eldar jetbike zoomed around it, assessing the creature, it began storming its way towards the Eldar on the ground. "We have to stop it now," urged Minna. "Got any other bright ideas?"
OOC: Rharijama? Is that his Japanese name now? xD OOC: And well the whole space battles stuff. I always write them on my own since there is no fellow pilot. You know... the wing-slicing; Ishas Shield, etc. ^^ Alas back to the RP; hoped Skarboy would reply but seems the Zryas-Kholivaz stuff must continue another time. <Artisan> Disappointed the Zryas-Vehd noticed the call. "Kholivaz. You judge me wrong, I fear I am just exploring your very own nature, for I was quite surprised that you would not touch either Mon'keigh. Especially if it would feed of that need your kin has. If you think an Eldar in my age would be as foolish as I just acted, then you must be an even bigger fool." He bowed deeply before taking his leave. "Just leave a note of what I shall craft you in the Halls of Vaul, I take the knife as payment." Echoed through the halls as the man walked off, toward the bridge once more.
