"No time, Dave. Hurry up and begin."
Andrew urged righteously. If Dave did not start soon, the plane would crash into them, and he would lose his chance to show off.
Andrew was being righteous and imposing.
"Cycho, I'm sorry. I used to be jealous of you, but now I know you're a true hero. It's an honor for this Battle Armor to be worn by you."
Dave said solemnly, filled with regret. If he had worked harder instead of boosting Peggy's popularity every day, perhaps he would have had enough ability to bring the plane down safely.
Of course, regret was useless now. Seeing the plane draw closer and closer, Dave quickly cast magic on Andrew while pushing the Battle Armor into overload. The price was that the Battle Armor would completely explode five minutes later.
After doing that, Dave pointed at the plane. A layer of light enveloped it, capable of dispersing the pressure it suffered.
Andrew's expression was a little strange when he heard Dave's words. Dave had said the Battle Armor was his second wife, so translated, his words meant: It was an honor for my wife to be with you.
Feels like I'm taking advantage of an honest man.
Andrew muttered inwardly, then thought of something and said, "Right, I'll open the cabin door and let the passengers inside fly into the air. When that happens, find a way to catch them."
"Leave it to me."
Dave nodded. Moved, he said, "Cycho, I'll remember you forever. My next Battle Armor will be named the Cycho-class."
"That was a little sentimental. Too bad he's a man."
Andrew said nothing more. He gave everyone a dashing wave, flames blasting from beneath his feet as he rapidly flew toward the plane in the sky.
Everyone watched Andrew's figure,