Dragon vs F-16
Dragon vs an F-16 Fighting Falcon ~SnowDragon
This one delivers what it promises, a feral dragon being taken on by an F-16 fighter aircraft. Just a quick short I whipped up while I was bored. It was written a while ago when I, er, wasn't so good with writing, so I've given it a bit of a clean up flowwise. While this was written a long time before Point 89, it's taking place in the burning section of that city. Enjoy!
Loud cracks echoed in the not so far distance, just over the manmade ridge that this section of the city sat on, which seperated the massive metal structures from the tiny suburban houses where tanks exchanged bright flashes of light and loud bangs with words and motions of power and bright beams of light with massive feral dragons and their elven counter parts. A small redscale who stood at about 5 metres in length hovered over the ridge, taking a moment to eye the flow of the battle in the suburb, watching what he was too small to take part in as the wind whooshed about his wings, smoke and dust being whipped up all around him.
A little smoke escaped his black nostrils as he watched on, one of his much larger breathen annhilating one of those heavy tanks with his magic, something he could never grasp. There was a roar overhead, wait, two of them, far overhead and the redscale turned his head skywards. The roar was not of his kind, rather it was quite constant, loud.
The source was two of those metal flying machines he despised of so much. Those kind were not meant to fly, and yet they did so, a giant insult to those creatures like he who decided who was allowed that great privledge. The grey/darker grey hides didn't so much as glint in the sky as behind them the orange exhuast of their... engines provided a light source to make the aft of them much brighter than the rest. The two hadn't noticed him down here.
Too small, the rest had said, too small to take on the tanks and other vehicles. It was a lie, his other friends had been taken to hit the vehicle base a few kilometres from the town, they were only a little bigger than he was. He was the fastest dragon in his clan, did that count for nothing?. Too weak, they said? He'd show them. He folded his wings and dropped from his hover, letting his hindlegs hit the dirt and letting his powerful muscles bunch up before kicking from the grassy ridge powerfully, leaving a dust cloud in his wake as he rocketed skywards towards the aircraft.
The roar of their engines grew much, much louder as he rose level with them from behind, but the wind disturbance behind them as they flew was the first thing he noticed as it shook him about like a guardian dragon might to shake sense into him. He only had a moment for his brain to make the subtle suggestion that this might be a bad idea before the two planes suddenly split from their formation, banking hard and turning opposite one another, curving right back around to face him.
His senses reached out of their own accord, he could hear them even over the roar of the engines in his mind as he powered upwards to get above them.
"We've picked up a hostile! Romeo Delta, right on our six!" The roar of the two plane engines increased signicantly, as did their speed. On the right, it was just below, heading around behind him, the other on the left, it was coming right for him. There was a loud whirring just over the sound of the engines, a sound so annoying it set his fins buzzing and flicking wildly just before the minigun that was behind the sound spooled up to speed and let rip, the plane's cannon spitting out a few dozen bright yellow tracers at the redscale, who felt the molten hot lead graze and whiz past his scales.
Time slowed right down for him, seconds becoming minutes as the blood coursed through his veins powerfully in panic, the cannon ceasing its spray only moments after it had begun as the pilot banked hard to avoid a collision, exposing the metal underbelly of the metal man made dragon. His right paw reacted instantly, as did his muzzle, swinging his talons into the armoured belly, clawing through the armour and into the sensitive insides while coating the metal in searing hot flame as the plane spun off into the distance, funnels of thick black smoke pouring from it's engine and insides from the dragonflame, pilot screaming as he burned.
Time began to speed up once more to his preception as the other pilot's voice filled his ears as he smirked with victory. "Shit, Willow's down!!" The redscale turned his head, seeing the remaining plane come right at him from a distance, the whirring noise returned as he snapped his wings into position and jumped midair to the left and starting flying as hard as he could as a hail of bullets cut through the air where he once was, the ground exploding into a hail of dust and debris as they hit it moments later.
Behind him the jet's engine almost screeched with the power as it turned in behind him, the whir back once more as he swung his tail up and soared upwards, the jet following him with it's gun still firing. The lightshow for anything on the ground must have been awesome.
"Shit, goddamn this thing is fast!" the pilot cried to himself as he rotated back to face upwards and pulled upwards to keep his speed up before backflipping the thing and nose diving it, right after the redscale, cannon firing it's bright yellow death. He rolled over as the shells ripped right past him as he let rip with his own fire and then again, twin fireballs rushing towards the jet as the pilot barrel rolled and hit his flares instinctively, red hot flares firing out all directions as he spun, the balls of hot dragonfire whizzing over and under the metal beast just as it's own rounds had to the redscale. The lightshow was definatly nothing short of amazing.
The redscale rolled back over, a pressure folding over his body like he was crashing into something slowly and he flared his wings out wide to slow himself right down, while the plane shot right past him, the heat blast from the engines making him glad he wasn't something more feathered.
The pilot was quick to react though, flipping the metal beast nose over tail in a loop to come right back at the redscale as he folded his wings and dived towards the tall buildings of the city, daring the pilot to follow his suicidal flight path.
He did.
While his eyes only saw flashes as the ground blurred together beneath him, troops on the ground in the city screamed and hit the deck as he screamed overhead in the space between buildings that the street provided with that damned jet right on his tail, he could hear glass shattering behind him from the plane's roar and super heated exhuast. The cannon had to be out of ammunition, it wasn't whirring up.
The end of the street was coming up, a T intersection with a very imposing building standing in the way, this was it. The redscale clenched his eyes tightly shut and let out a gout of flame and smoke right in front of his nose, the heat searing his scales as he flicked his tail and soared upwards, his eyes snapping open and spitting fire into the smoke as the jet shot through it, catching the jet in the shoulder and left wing, sending the metal beast rolling hard left, that is right before it slammed into the building with a massive detonation, bringing the whole structure down in a fiery compliation of hot death and debris.
He'd done it.
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