MystyrMystyry
03-14-2011, 11:42 AM
of her dress as it rode up above her thighs, her slender body thrust forward by the power of the 6,000h.p. engines, as I hurled the car into a shrieking, sickening slide across the wet tarmac. The lion tore savagely at my bronzed thighs as the car soared into the air, turned, twisted, and plunged down the treacherous ski slope that no man had ever survived. Tenderly Sara caressed me as the fighters screeched out of the darkness, flames ripping toward us. The sea was rapidly approaching, nearer, nearer, and though neither had eaten for eight weeks the stark terror of what we saw gave us the last drop of energy to push our bodies to the limit. I firmly grasped the lever and wrenched it back to release the entire arsenal of rocket propelled grenades. Sara groaned as the dark figure of Shahn-el-Shid, dagger raised, hurled himself from the sheer wall of the palace. I slammed into reverse, the smoking tyres emitting a shrill screek as I swerved full circle on the narrow mountain road, and careered straight into the gorge. At the last second I pressed the button - the ejector seats hurling Sara and I high into the night sky as we gasped in awe at a thousand heat seeking missiles raining down upon the exploding vehicle, sending us spinning into a multi-transdimensional vortex. Never had I known such exquisite pleasure, as far above us a million dervishes swept into the fort, looting and pillaging. The Colonel screamed an order, and with one enormous blast the refinery was a sheet of flame - a wall of fire six miles long and eight miles high. Sara moaned as the spacecraft roared low over the silent, darkened surface of this eerie world, a million lightyears from the Earth we had left only seconds before, a planet doomed to extinction, when suddenly I saw it in the distance - that which for so long we'd sought, finally: The Tower of Jabojh the Sorcerer glistening golden in the harsh dual sunset! Only a few miles on foot, if we hurried we could make it by nightfall. But we hadn't counted on the squadron of pteranadon setting their sights on us. I remembered the alterations X had made to our seats and we hastily adjusted the jets so our trajectories would align with the constellation of Kronos, and a second ripcord converted our chutes to parawings. The caverns of ice loomed far beneath us as I set the co-ordinates to carry us beyond the wilds toward Mount Terrible in the Phalacian disctrict. But our journey was disrupted when Sara's wing became entangled on one of the many aspiring spires in this forlorn capital. I veered sharply around to save her but one of the flying beasts had her in its jaws. Firing off an entire round into its head I was now saddled with the task of a steep swoop in order to wrench her from the clutches of certain death. This I managed but became unable to regain control of my craft. We spiraled directly at the frozen lake, crashing through the surface causing a million sparkling shards to fly upwards and turn into icy blades on their re-entry into the thin atmosphere. We had to get out of there and fast, but unfortunately I forgot my