High above the glittering skyline of the city, where the stars peeked out between the clouds and the traffic buzzed like a stream of fireflies far below, the sleek, gleaming sword soared through the night air.
The wind whipped around them, the cool breeze brushing past their faces as the sword flew like a phantom bird over rooftops and towers.
Mika stood in the middle of it all, his legs spread out awkwardly as he trembled and tried to keep his center of balance.
He shifted one foot forward, then back again, then turned slightly, crouched, then stood again, as if trying to find some equilibrium that simply refused to exist. His arms flailed a little before he managed to plant them on his knees, muttering under his breath.
Finally, with a sharp huff of frustration, he barked out loud over the rushing wind.
"Are there no seatbelts on this thing?!" He shouted, his voice full of pure indignation and panic. "Not even a railing? A rope? A safety harness? Anything?!"
