Chapter 367: Arc 5, - 61: My Ride Has Wings
Beneath her was the black-bricked street and above was the cloud-covered sky. The sound of the engine disappeared, hearing the final yell of her name—for the vehicle had torn through the street before her, still in sight.
However, wind still swished past her face and fluttered the two scarf-like strips of fabric behind her; her body was still being thrown forward at a declining velocity.
With one eye open she looked up and just as the tip of her shoe was about to scratch the road. "Woosh!" She appeared several metres above the ground in the direction of the speeding vehicle.
In her sights was the flying beast that tailed the car. Gravity took its course, but while in the air, the brunette flung herself into purplish-black shadows and appeared higher once more.
Again, then again and then again. Clouds of shadow popped into existence and poofed out of it as she blinked her way into the air.
Jotou’s clammy hands gripped harder onto the steering wheel and she kept checking the rearview mirror; her foot eased off the accelerator and was twitching for the left pedal. It was open road before her...
’I could try to swerve the car around and go back. If I don’t total it first... And that thing might swoop down the second I slam the breaks. Not like it won’t already if I don’t turn into an alley right the hell now.’ "Anyone have eyes on her for hell’s sake?"
All of them had their heads out the back window with widened eyes. "She’s okay!" Asobi’s jade-green eyes followed the trail of blink spells catching up to them while going upwards. "I don’t think we should stop."
Jotou groaned and kept driving.
"Woosh!" "Woosh!" "Woosh!" "Hck!" Fumeko had her dagger out and stabbed into the scale and hide of the creature. The creature on the other hand, had descended down to swipe at the car, but instead screeched.
Its head swivelled back and two yellow eyes with slitted pupils glared to its behind. Both hands on the pommel of the dagger and her body swaying in the wind, she was practically a ferret on an elephant.
Her gaze met the glare and she stared daggers back. "SCROARR!" The lizard-like screech came from its open maw, with rows of sharp teeth.