"We're already up and bein' shot at. Run away and get shot down; just because there's only one buzzin' the tower don't mean that's all there is. Sorry, jace, gotta take over the gun." Al apologized to his boss, as he engaged the remote aiming and firing system for the rear gun, and began firing bursts at the green monstrosity. The bullets caused small arcs to crawl over the green transparency of the craft, but did little else. "So, we can get a reaction, but who knows what that really did. Fine, kid, you think you can shoot that thinhg down, you go to it. sonething tells me it might be a little harder than that, however."
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"Aha, so they've perfected the sprite gun," Meri breathed to herself as she watched from above. "odd, the ship seems to be transp-" She realized what was going on almost immediately when the Duck began firing it's rear gun at the craft. "Al, you are brave, but you cannot affect that kind of protection with fast-flying bullets." She drew the katana, and put forth a modicum of her spirit as she flapped and soared up a hundred feet or more higher, and then, while Wilfred and the others banked away as was necessary for all airplanes to do eventually, she sideslipped into position, timing herself with the path of the green enemy, and simply folded her wings in close to her body, falling faster and faster, and then opened her wings, raised the katana to striking position and bellowed a wordless scream as she brought the sword dowm and slashed clean through the "tail" of the strange craft.
The green ship flickered in midair, and seemed to become covered in a storm of blue and white static,the "cut" in the tail showing molten-iron orange as the machine, if machine it was, seemed to stagger in midair and began to lose altitude. It was apparent, however, that it was only a temporarily telling blow, as the static began to dissipate and the cut seemed to heal itself. Meri cursed sulphrously when she looked back and saw the craft fixing the damage, and nearly collided with an upthrusting HAM radio antenna. "Damned madmen!" So, you've fixed the repair vs. manifestation-propagation conundrum, have you? I wonder how many times I'll have to slash your pretty toy to break it permanently...