A helicopter gunship.This was awesome.
There was a streak of light and a sudden plume of smoke and before Darquesse even had a chance to turn the rocket hit her.
The explosion sent her spinning out of the sky, trailing smoke and fire, and she vanished behind a building. Skulduggery wrapped his arm round Valkyrie’s waist and they flew to a roof that overlooked the square. Darquesse was on her hands and knees, trying to rise. The helicopter – an AH-64 Apache, according to the pilot Fletcer had been partnered with – opened up with its minigun. Bullets chewed up the ground around Darquesse, pummeling her and driving her back to her knees. The pilot, a sorcerer who could fly anything but preferred aircraft with fun guns, let loose another rocket, and the explosion body limp. She’d been hurt, but there was no blood. No burns.
Darquesse rose suddenly, stumbling away from the minigun’s angry bullets, raising her hand towards the Apache. The minigun altered its aim and loosed nother barrage that thundered into her cheest. She fell to a sitting position, but Valkyrie glanced up in time to see the helicopter’s rotor blades disintegrating. The Apache whined and dropped, and she saw Fletcher grab the pilot and they jumped, disappearing the instant they cleared the stricken aircraft. The Apache had time to flip halfway over before it hit the ground right on top of Darquesse.
- Chapter 74
She hit the ground with such force that Stephanie could see the shockwaves that threw back Warlocks and Wretchlings and mages alike. Darquesse stood slowly in the clearing, the battlefield suddenly quiet as both sides appraised this new player in the game.
- Uneven Odds
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