Archer's excitement grew as the third jet climbed higher, its pilot desperate to outmaneuver him. His grin widened, his blood thrumming with the thrill of the chase. He beat his wings, surging upward, ready to meet the final challenge head-on.
While chasing, the third began shooting him, the bullets slammed into his body only to shatter on his scales like they were made of glass. Though the force did send him flying back.
'It feels like bee stings but just shockwaves instead,' he thought, chuckling.
He gritted his teeth in annoyance before continuing the chase and shoulder-checking the jet, tearing through it like a bull in a glass shop. The pilot tried to eject, but was grabbed and thrown the man toward the ground like a missile.
Moments later, more bullets slammed into his back, prompting him to take a deep breath and let out an earth shattering, followed by a stream of violet fire that hit two more planes that crashed into the nearby mountain.
