VROOOOOM!!!
The motorcycle roared through the narrow streets of Whiskey Peak, its engine screaming like a mechanical banshee as I pushed it far beyond whatever speed limits this town pretended to have.
'Not that speed limits mattered when you were chasing flying Devil Fruit users through a town you'd just helped demolish.'
SCREECH! WHOOSH!
I yanked the handlebars hard left, the bike responding to my Barbossa sword's control with smooth precision as we took a corner that would have sent any normal vehicle careening into a building wall.
"KYAAAAHHHH!!!" Usopp's scream reached frequencies that probably violated several laws of physics. His arms were wrapped around Zoro's torso so tightly that the swordman was clearly contemplating just throwing him off the bike.
"WOOOOOHHHOOO!!!" Luffy shouted from where he'd somehow positioned himself, standing on the seat behind me, his arms stretched out like he was surfing.
"GO FASTER, HACHIMAN!"
'Faster. He wants to go faster. We're already traveling at speeds that would make traffic police weep, and our captain wants MORE speed because apparently self-preservation isn't in his vocabulary.'
"If we go any faster," I called back over the engine's roar, "we'll achieve flight through sheer velocity, and I'm not confident this bike was designed for that!"
"Bufuhahahah!!! That would be so cool!!" Luffy's grin was audible in his voice.
'Yes, yes, as long as it could kill a normal person, then it is cool. Damn it, I don't know if your life preservation is nonexistence because you are rubber or just because you are rubber-brained, captain.'
BANG! WHOOSH!
An explosion lit up the sky ahead of us—Mr. 5's distinctive attack pattern creates bursts of fire and force that illuminate the night like violent fireworks.
"There!" Zoro pointed with one hand while maintaining his death grip on the bike's frame with the other. "They're attacking her!"
We could see them clearly now as we are getting close—two figures airborne, pursuing a third that was desperately trying to evade. The flying carpet's movements were erratic, struggling to maintain altitude.
'Nefertari and Karoo. Running for their lives from two Devil Fruit users who are comfortable in aerial combat. Meanwhile, we're down here on a magically powered motorcycle, somehow expected to intervene in a sky battle.'
The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on me.
"Going on a mission to save a beautiful princess," Sanji stated from his position on the other side of Zoro, somehow maintaining his swooning despite the life-threatening speeds.
"Ah, Nami-swan is so kind! Using the excuse of making a deal to save the beautiful princess! Truly, her kindness knows no—"
"No, she was really extorting a dying man for a billion Berri," I interrupted flatly.
"That's not a kind act. That's highway robbery with extra steps."
"Shut it! An evil spellcaster like you who manipulates women will never understand a woman's heart!!!" Sanji countered, hearts somehow visible in his voice.
'The cook's ability to reframe obvious exploitation as admirable behavior should be studied by psychologists. Or exorcists. Possibly both.'
CRASH! BOOM!
Another explosion above us, closer this time. I caught a glimpse of Vivi's terrified face as the carpet banked hard to avoid a detonating projectile.
"We need to catch up to them!" Luffy was bouncing on the bike seat now, making the already unstable vehicle even more dangerous.
"Hachiman! Make us fly too!"
'What—?'
"That is beyond my capabilities, and that's not how motorcycles work, captain."
"But you made us fly before with that boat! And you have this cool cloak!" Luffy insisted, pointing at my billowing garment.
"Can't you make it fly like the carpet? You know, with your magic powers?"
I felt my eye twitch involuntarily.
'Magic powers. He thinks my Hamon is literal magic that can make fabric defy gravity. This is what I get for keeping the sorcerer aesthetic—people start expecting actual sorcery.'
"The carpet flies because it's possessed by a duck with ghost Devil Fruit powers," I explained with forced patience. "My cloak is just fabric reinforced with mystic energy. Completely different principles."
"So you can't fly?"
"No, I cannot fly."
"Aww." Luffy's disappointment was palpable.
VROOOM! SCREECH!
I controlled the bike through another impossible turn, the Barbossa sword's ship-controlling ability treating the motorcycle like a very small, very fast vessel.
'Though actually...'
The thought crystallized as I processed Luffy's ridiculous suggestion through my analytical filter, stripping away the absurdity to examine the core concept.
'The cloak is large. Hamon can be channeled through it. If I could generate enough repelling force in the right pattern, create lift through controlled air flow...'
It was theoretically possible. Stupid, dangerous, requiring a level of Hamon output I probably didn't have, but theoretically possible.
"I can't do it," I said firmly, shutting down that line of thought before it could develop into an actual plan. "Not without significant practice and a high probability of falling to my death."
"But you're thinking about it!" Luffy's grin was audible. "I can tell! You're totally thinking about trying it!"
'…How. How does he do that? How does our rubber-brained captain somehow read people better than I do, despite having the emotional intelligence of a particularly enthusiastic golden retriever?'
"I'm thinking about how to reach them without flying," I corrected, which was technically true even if it wasn't the complete truth.
"Which brings us back to our original problem—we're on the ground, they're in the air, we caught up to them, but we are still missing the last step."
BOOM! CRASH!
The building to our right exploded as something—probably Mr. 5's nose-picking projectile—detonated against its facade. Debris rained down across the street, forcing me to swerve hard.
SCREECH! WHOOSH!
"AHHHHH!" Usopp's grip on Zoro tightened even further. "WE'RE GOING TO DIE!"
"If you are this scared, you should have stayed back with Nami in a town full of unconscious bounty hunters," Zoro replied with brutal honesty.
"THAT'S NOT HELPING!"
BANG! FLASH!
Another explosion above us, and this time I saw the attack sequence clearly—Mr. 5 was launching explosive projectiles in rapid succession, forcing the carpet to zigzag through the air in increasingly desperate evasive maneuvers.
'Karoo's injured. The duck took a serious wound from my Gryffindor sword. Maintaining possession of the carpet while being injured has to be draining its energy. It won't last much longer.'
"Hey." Zoro's voice cut through the wind and engine noise, surprisingly calm despite his annoyance with Usopp. "We need a way to reach them or get them down. Or they would kill her in the air if this continues."
'Oh, NOW the swordsman wants tactical discussion. After we've already committed to this insanity. Better late than never, I suppose.'
"I KNOW!" Luffy interrupted, his voice carrying that particular enthusiasm that meant he'd just had what he considered a brilliant idea.
"I will shoot myself up like a rocket! I'll fly up there and punch them!"
"No," Zoro said immediately.
"Absolutely not," I added.
"No way," Sanji rejected, too.
"That's suicide!" Usopp's voice cracked.
"Why not?" Luffy asked, genuinely confused.
"You will be stranded midair, unable to move as they bombard you from a distance, unable to avoid!" Usopp explained, looking horrified.
"And even if they don't," I continued, fighting to keep my voice level, "you'd have maybe five seconds of airtime before gravity takes over. That's not enough."
WHOOSH! BANG!
Another explosion, this one close enough that I felt the heat wash over us. Mr. 5 had noticed our approach—of course, he had. Hard to miss a big motorcycle speeding through the streets.
"They've seen us," I said unnecessarily, already calculating trajectories. "Which means—"
/Explosive bombardment at their general location/
PTOOEY!
The sound was disgusting—wet, organic, completely at odds with the deadly intent behind it.
My Mantra screamed the warning a split second before Mr. 5's spit was arcing toward us.
"HOLD ON!"
SCREECH! WHOOSH!
I yanked the handlebars hard right, the Barbossa sword completely controlling the bike's momentum at full speed.
The motorcycle tilted at an angle that should have been physically impossible, a wheel briefly left the ground as we executed what could only be described as a drift that defied several laws of physics.
KABOOM!
The spit bomb detonated where we'd been a heartbeat before, the explosion cratering the cobblestones and sending a shockwave that rocked the bike.
"GYAAHHH!" Usopp's scream could have shattered glass. "HIS SPIT EXPLODES TOO?!"
"Everything about him explodes!" I shouted back, already calculating the next evasive maneuver. "Boogers, spit, probably his sweat and tears if he's feeling particularly creative with biological warfare!"
/Multiple projectiles, rapid fire for suppression tactics/
"Incoming!" I barked. "Everyone brace—"
PTOOEY! PTOOEY! PTOOEY!
Mr. 5 was really committing to the disgusting angle, launching a rapid-fire volley of explosive spit bombs that streaked toward us like the world's most revolting missiles.
SCREECH! WHOOSH! VROOOM!
I pushed the bike into a series of evasive maneuvers that would have made stunt drivers weep—hard turns, sudden accelerations, controlled slides across loose rubble.
The Barbossa sword treated the motorcycle like a ship navigating through a storm, responding to my will faster than physical steering mechanisms ever could.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!!!! CRASH! KABOOM!
The explosions tracked our movement, detonating in sequence as Mr. 5 tried to predict our path. But predicting meant thinking ahead, and thinking ahead meant I could predict his predictions with my Mantra.
'He's aiming where he thinks we'll be. Standard suppression fire tactics. But he's not accounting for the fact that I can sense his intent before he acts.'
It was like playing chess against someone who telegraphed their moves three seconds early.
SCREECH! DRIFT!
Another impossible turn, the bike sliding sideways across the plaza like we were ice skating rather than riding a motorized vehicle.
"HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?!" Usopp's voice had climbed into ranges typically reserved for dog whistles.
"Skill!" I replied, which was technically true even if it left out the part about having a magical sword that could control vehicles.
"THIS ISN'T SKILL! THIS IS WITCHCRAFT! SORCERY! ACTUAL MAGIC!"
BOOM! FLASH!
Mr. 5 was getting frustrated—I could sense it through my Mantra. His attacks were becoming less precise, more aggressive, the tactical approach giving way to simple overwhelming firepower.
'Dangerous. An opponent who abandons strategy for brute force is unpredictable. Harder to counter because they stop following logical patterns.'
"Hey!" Luffy's voice cut through my tactical analysis. "That lady is doing something weird!"
I glanced up to see Miss Valentine spinning faster around her parasol like it was a pole. It was strange, looking no matter how you see it.
/A wind slash on a wide range/
'What—?'
WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOOOOSH!!!!!
Miss Valentine's long leg came around in a devastating arc, her body was spinning around the parasol as she executed what could only be described as an aerial spinning kick.
And from that kick—
SLAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
"SHIT!"
A wind blade erupted, a crescent of compressed air that screamed through the night sky with enough force to cleave buildings in half.
'That's not just weight manipulation. She's using the rotational energy of her spin, combined with a sudden mass increase, to generate a ranged attack. Reality-defying Devil Fruit bullshit at its finest.'
The wind slash was massive—easily ten meters wide—and it was heading directly toward us with the kind of speed that made dodging seem optimistic.
I only had two seconds to avoid an attack that would cut the motorcycle—and everyone on it—clean in half.
'Not enough time to outrun it. Can't block it—the kinetic force would overwhelm any defense. Only option is—'
"HOLD TIGHT!!!"
I yanked the handlebars with all my strength, simultaneously channeling my will through the Barbossa sword to force the motorcycle into an action that violated every principle of vehicular design.
SCREECH! VRRROOOOOOO!!!!
I made the motorcycle move close to the side of the street, so much so that the front and the right wheel were in the air. We went from horizontal to nearly vertical in the span of a heartbeat, the motorcycle standing on its left wheel like an acrobat performing an impossible handstand.
SHRIIIIIIIEK! WHOOSH!
The wind slash passed overhead, close enough that I felt it ruffle my cloak, close enough that the displaced air created a vortex that threatened to knock us over.
CRASH! BOOM!
The attack hit the ground next to us, cutting a trench through the cobblestones that was deep enough to qualify as a war trench.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Usopp's voice cracked. "DID SHE JUST—DID THAT WOMAN JUST CUT THE AIR?!"
"Wind slash," Zoro's voice was different now, carrying interest mixed with something that might have been concern. "She generated a wind slash with a kick."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Then, as one, Luffy, Usopp, Sanji, and I all turned to look at Zoro.
The swordsman blinked, confused by the sudden attention.
"What?"
"Can you do that?" Luffy asked, his voice carrying genuine curiosity. "The flying slash thing? With your swords?"
Zoro's expression cycled through several emotions—confusion, realization, contemplation, and then something that looked suspiciously like embarrassment masked by annoyance.
"I... that's..." He struggled to find words. "It's different! She's using Devil Fruit powers…?"
"So you can't do it?" Usopp's tone was accusatory, like Zoro had personally failed them by not mastering ranged sword techniques.
"I didn't say that!" Zoro's voice had climbed defensively. "I'm working on it! These things take time, okay."
"The lady can do it with her leg," Luffy observed innocently. "And she's not even a swordsman."
I watched Zoro's face turn an interesting shade of red, his jaw clenching as he clearly fought the urge to defend his swordsmanship against comparisons to a weight-manipulating assassin's aerial kicks.
'This crew. This absolutely ridiculous crew. We're in the middle of being bombed by explosive bodily fluids, and they're questioning our swordsman about his ranged attack capabilities.'
"Maybe," I interjected before the situation could devolve further, "we could focus on the immediate problem of not dying, and critique our swordsman's technique development later?"
"But—" Luffy started.
"LATER, CAPTAIN."
BOOM! CRASH!
As if to emphasize my point, another explosion detonated nearby, Mr. 5 apparently deciding that if spit bombs weren't working, he'd try nose-picking projectiles again.
We burst through another street, finally emerging into an area open enough to see the full scope of the aerial battle.
And it was getting desperate.
Karoo—still possessing the flying carpet—was barely maintaining altitude.
Vivi clung to the carpet with white desperation, her face pale with fear and exhaustion.
Mr. 5 hovered nearby, his jacket billowing as he used small explosions to maintain his aerial position. His expression was professional, calculating—the look of someone preparing for a finishing blow.
And Miss Valentine—
'She's circling. Like a vulture. Waiting for the right moment to strike while her partner keeps the target distracted.'
"We're running out of time," Zoro observed unnecessarily, his voice grim.
"I can see that," I replied, my mind racing through scenarios. "Which is why—"
"NOW!" Luffy interrupted, already positioning himself. "Launch me now!"
I opened my mouth to argue, to point out all the reasons this was still a terrible idea despite its marginal tactical value.
But Vivi's carpet jerked violently, dropping several meters as Karoo's possession wavered. The princess screamed, barely managing to hold on as the fabric tried to stabilize.
'No more time. Either we act now, or she falls, and this whole rescue becomes pointless.'
"Fine," I said, making a decision I knew I'd regret. "But you have to stay up there as long as possible. Don't just hit them once and fall—actually engage, maintain position, force them to focus on you instead of her."
"And at least, take one of them with you when you fall." I continued, already setting up the maneuver.
"I've got this!" Luffy interrupted, his smile impossibly wide. "Don't worry! I've got a plan!"
'A plan. Luffy has a plan. These words should never appear in the same sentence.'
SCREECH! WHOOSH!
I pushed the bike to maximum speed, heading directly toward where the aerial battle was taking place. My Mantra tracked everyone's positions—Mr. 5 preparing another attack, Miss Valentine adjusting for a strike, Nefertari desperately clinging to her carpet, Karoo's fading consciousness—
"Get ready!" I called out. "On my mark!"
Luffy's arms stretched as his hands were clutching the bike's frame, while his body was getting away from the bike.
"Three!"
Mr. 5's hands moved to his face—probably going for another nose-picking projectile.
"Two!"
Miss Valentine's parasol spun faster, her body position shifting.
"One!"
The carpet jerked again, falling faster this time.
"GO!"
WHOOSH! STRETCH! SNAP!
"GOMU GOMU NO—"
Luffy launched himself with the force of a rubber catapult, his body accelerating like a living projectile as he shot toward the aerial battle.
"—ROCKET!"
———
Luffy's Third Person POV
———
WHOOOOSH!
Luffy shot through the air like a rubber-powered missile, wind whipping past his face as he grinned with pure joy.
Below him, he could see Hachiman and the others on the motorcycle. But that wasn't important right now.
What was important was the explosive booger about to hit the pretty carpet lady.
Mr. 5's "Nose Fancy Cannon" was still in mid-flight, tracking toward Vivi with deadly precision.
'Not gonna let you!'
"GOMU GOMU NO—"
Luffy stretched his arm forward, his arm stretched as he pushed it toward the mucus.
"—PISTOL!!!"
WHAM! BOOM!
His fist intercepted the explosive booger mid-flight. The detonation happened against his rubber knuckles, the force dissipating around his Devil Fruit-enhanced arm, leaving only a bit of stinging from the heat.
"Shishishi!" Luffy laughed as he continued his trajectory. "Nice try!"
He stretched his arm toward the flying carpet, his rubber limb extending impossibly far.
SNAP!
His hand grabbed the carpet's edge, and he used the momentum to swing himself up and land—somehow—standing atop the possessed fabric.
"Yo!" he said cheerfully to the wide-eyed princess staring at him.
Vivi's face cycled through about fifteen different emotions in the span of two seconds. Shock. Confusion. Recognition. And a bit of hope.
"You—" she started, her voice carrying disbelief. "But you were—why are—"
"That old music guy is alive!" Luffy interrupted, still grinning. "He asked us to save you! So we're allies now!"
[QUACK?!]
The carpet shuddered beneath them, Karoo's confusion apparent even through the possession.
"Allies?!" Vivi's voice climbed with a mix of hope and disbelief. "But we just tried to kill you! We—"
"Yeah, that was annoying," Luffy agreed cheerfully. "But it's fine now! We're gonna beat these guys!"
He pointed at Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine, who were both staring at this development with varying degrees of annoyance.
"You can't—" Vivi started, looking between Luffy and the two assassins. "They're too strong! They're officer agents of—"
"It's okay!" Luffy's grin never wavered. "I'm strong too! Watch!"
Before Vivi could protest further—
WHOOSH!
—Luffy jumped toward the incoming assassins.
BOOM!
Mr. 5, too, had launched himself at them, explosions propelling him through the air with murderous intent.
"GET OFF THAT CARPET, PIRATE!" the bomber shouted. "THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU!"
"GOMU GOMU NO—"
Luffy stretched his arm back.
"—BULLET!!!"
WHAM! KABOOM!!
His fist met Mr. 5's explosive punch in mid-air. The detonation that followed lit up the night sky, a massive fireball that would have killed any normal person.
But Luffy just grinned through the smoke, his rubber body unharmed.
"That tickles!" he laughed.
Mr. 5's sunglasses nearly fell off—if they could, given how firmly they seemed attached to his face.
"Impossible! My explosions should—"
"I'm made of rubber!" Luffy announced proudly. "Explosions and impacts don't work on me!"
WHAM! KABOOM!!
Another explosive punch. Another rubber-enhanced counter.
They exchanged blows in mid-air, Luffy's immunity to impact giving him a massive advantage.
Adding Luffy's massive physical strength, Mr. 5 was completely at the back feet, only using his explosions to barely negate Luffy's strength.
Mr. 5's face was twisting with frustration behind those ridiculous sunglasses.
But even then, he knew he still had an upper hand right now…
"Humph, even if you can counter my ability, you still can't move in the air!" Mr. 5 shouted, already starting to make some distance.
Luffy looked down. He was, in fact, starting to fall. The carpet was several meters away now, gravity doing its inevitable thing.
'Oh. Right. I can't actually fly.'
But then he remembered—he had an idea!
'Time for the thing I thought of!'
FWOOOOOOSH! EXPAND!
Luffy took the deepest breath he'd ever taken. His chest expanded, his stomach expanded, his entire torso inflated like a balloon.
Within seconds, he looked like a beach ball with limbs, hovering in the air through sheer volume displacement.
"WHAT?!" Mr. 5's jaw dropped. "THAT'S NOT—YOU CAN'T—"
"Shishishi!" Luffy's voice was muffled by his inflated state, but his grin was visible even through the stretched rubber.
A bit away from them, on the flying carpet, Vivi's face had gone completely blank.
"Did he... become a balloon?" she repeated, as if testing whether the words made sense when said out loud. They didn't.
[QUACK?!] Karoo's confusion was palpable even through the carpet possession.
And somewhere on the ground, probably: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" (That would be Usopp.)
Luffy's balloon form bobbed in the air, half-suspended, half-falling, looking like those inflated balloon figures.
He wasn't floating up—he was just... not falling as fast.
'This is working! I'm staying up!'
Then he released the air.
FWOOOOOOSH!!!
Not downward. Not in all directions. He aimed the release—pointed his mouth directly in the opposite direction of Mr. 5 and let air do the rest.
The effect was immediate and ridiculous.
WHOOOOOSSHHHH!!!
Luffy rocketed through the air like a punctured balloon, spinning and twisting as the air escaped.
His trajectory was chaotic and unpredictable at first, then it was heading straight for the bomber.
"WHAT—" Mr. 5 barely had time to react before—
WHAM!
Luffy's foot, stretched at the last second, caught him square in the chest with enough force to echo across the plaza.
"GOMU GOMU NO—" Luffy's voice carried over the wind as he stabilized his spin. "—BALLOON SLAM!!!"
The name didn't make sense. The technique didn't make sense. Nothing about this made sense.
But it worked.
Mr. 5 went flying backward, the impact of Luffy's kick combined with his own explosive propulsion sending him tumbling through the air like a ragdoll.
He didn't even have time to activate his explosions…
"THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" Miss Valentine shrieked from her position. "HOW CAN YOU EVEN FIGHT LIKE THAT!!!"
"Shishishishi!!" Luffy shouted back cheerfully, inflating himself again and stabilizing himself in the air. "I can! Here we go!!"
"GOMU GOMU NO—"
Luffy aimed and stretched his arm towards her.
"PISTOL!"
Miss Valentine used her parasol to dodge the attack, still having a shocked look like she wasn't comprehending what this guy was doing.
Meanwhile, Mr. 5 had recovered, using another explosive jump to stabilize himself in mid-air.
His sunglasses were crooked now, his coat singed, and his expression suggested he was reconsidering every life choice that had led him to this moment.
"Mr. 5!" Miss Valentine called out, her voice losing its annoying false sweetness. "The rubber boy is more dangerous than we thought! We need to—"
BOOM! CRACK!
"I can see that," Mr. 5 replied coldly, his expression held grim determination. "Change of tactics—you take the princess! I'll handle the rubber brat!"
WHOOSH! DIVE!
Miss Valentine manipulated her parasol and moved in the air, her body position shifting as she flew toward Vivi with the speed of a diving hawk.
"Mr. Pirate!" Vivi's scream carried genuine terror. "She's—"
WHAM! KABOOM!!
WHAM!! KABOOM!!!
WHAM!!! KABOOM!!!!
But Luffy was already engaged with Mr. 5, the two of them exchanging rapid-fire attacks—rubber punches versus explosive projectiles—in a display of aerial combat that defied common sense.
Miss Valentine's parasol opened mid-dive, as she started spinning herself around the parasol.
WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOOOOSH!!!!!
Then, her leg came around in an aerial spinning kick, her body rotating with practiced ease.
SLAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
The wind blade erupted from Miss Valentine's kick, a crescent of compressed air that screamed through the night sky with enough force to cut through boulders.
The flying carpet—Karoo—sensed the danger through whatever supernatural awareness ghost ducks possessed. The fabric jerked violently, trying to evade, the possessed carpet banking hard in a desperate attempt to avoid the attack.
And it worked.
The wind slash passed by, missing Vivi by centimeters, close enough that the displaced air tore at her clothing.
But the evasive maneuver was too much.
SHIMMER! FADE!
The blue glow that marked Karoo's possession flickered, stuttered, and then—
POOF!
—vanished completely.
The duck materialized mid-air, its wounded body falling, blood still dripping from the cut I'd inflicted. Its eyes were glazed with pain and exhaustion.
"KAROO!" Vivi's scream was pure anguish.
"Quack..."
The carpet, no longer possessed, became just fabric—beautiful, expensive, and completely unable to fly on its own.
Princess and duck began to fall, gravity reasserting itself with cruel efficiency.
"NO!" Vivi's cry echoed across the air as she and her loyal companion plummeted toward what would be a fatal impact with the cobblestones below.
Miss Valentine's laugh was high-pitched, victorious, the annoying false sweetness returning to her voice.
"How tragic! The poor princess, falling to her death! If only—"
But she didn't continue her laugh as—
VRRRRROOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
—A loud sound cut through the night like a roar of defiance!
The pirates' motorcycle—the land vehicle that should have been firmly on the ground—was suddenly airborne like a rocket!
"…EH…?"
And it was coming directly at her!
Fast!!!
"UWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
With the screams of its passengers probably audible on the next island over.
…
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