Outside—
Charles tried to close the distance.
He pushed forward—
But one of the rotors swung wildly.
WHRRR—!
It forced him back immediately.
He clicked his tongue.
Irritated.
His gaze flicked briefly to his damaged wing.
It held steady—
But barely.
Fast maneuvers like that again—
Risky.
Too risky.
He steadied himself in the air instead.
Watching.
Waiting.
Looking for an opening.
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Inside—
The ground rushed closer.
The spin worsened.
Bodies jerked violently in their seats.
Hands gripped whatever they could.
Eyes wide.
Breathing uneven.
Don didn't move at first.
His gaze locked forward.
Calculating.
Timing.
Then—
Just before impact—
His eyes ignited.
A bright blue glow.
His arms shot outward.
The entire helicopter—
Lit up.
Engulfed in a blue aura.
The descent—
Stopped.
Not gently.
Violently.
Every person inside—
Except Don—
Was jerked forward in their seats as the force hit.
Straps pulled tight.
Bodies strained.
