The Flying Ace Part 2

The missile detonated midair, its explosion further rocking the sky and throwing the remaining fighters into chaos in coordination with the previous shockwave.

Gritting my teeth and pushing my pain to the back of my mind at the moment, I dove straight for another fighter.

Landing against its hull, my hands flashed with the Power of Morphreversion. Metals peeked apart, falling off like shavings from a pencil and exposing the circuits and fuel lines they had shielded.

The jet stopped, its machine going critical. And then it exploded from the inside.

I took the opportunity to catch my breath. There were just three of them left now. My vision swam, I was bleeding too much. My flight started to wobble dangerously.

The pilots saw it, from what I groggily heard from their comms chatter. They quickly adjusted formation, circling me like vultures.

“M, I need a plan,” I panted.