[Keith's never been one to back down from a fight, Lion or no Lion. He's out on the streets doing what he can to incapacitate the charging mammoths, bayard-sword in hand and accompanied by his wolf. As one mammoth heads towards him, he raises his sword, but before anything else can happen the apex predator collapses in a flash of laser fire.]
The hell?
[Overhead, he spots a jet zooming around. Obviously whoever the hell is piloting it is on their side of the fight, but what catches Keith's attention is the sound of fucking laughter that he swears is coming from the jet itself and unless the pilot is quite literally the loudest asshole in Hadriel, he doesn't know what to make of it. Glaring up the sky, he'll try and see if he can identify a pilot or anything. He shouts:.]
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The hell?
[Overhead, he spots a jet zooming around. Obviously whoever the hell is piloting it is on their side of the fight, but what catches Keith's attention is the sound of fucking laughter that he swears is coming from the jet itself and unless the pilot is quite literally the loudest asshole in Hadriel, he doesn't know what to make of it. Glaring up the sky, he'll try and see if he can identify a pilot or anything. He shouts:.]
Nice wings.