Nykona fired up his jump pack and anti-gravity engine at once, quickly accelerating himself to Mach 2. The metal plates on his streamlined power armor began to shift, making it more aerodynamic.
Like a true raven, Barabas Dantioch soared freely through Mustafar's skies. The atmosphere formed a conical sonic boom cloud around him, while Dulles followed close behind with the aid of his power armor.
Through the display in his power armor, the gang leader from the hive world saw that he was flying several thousand meters above the ground. The buildings and clouds rushing backward around him were more than enough to prove how fast they were moving.
He wanted to scream, but the liquid enveloping him made it difficult to make a sound.
"Those deep-sea fluids allow fragile human organs to endure extreme speeds, which is why he wasn't crushed into a slab of meat by the sudden acceleration."
Lox studied the returning data and found nothing abnormal.
The blank's vital signs were extremely stable. Other than a slightly elevated heartbeat, there was no cause for concern.
"Test maneuvering conditions, Nykona."
"Understood."
The Son of the Raven freely performed all manner of difficult, abrupt aerial maneuvers, while the blank whose armor signal had been locked onto his could only follow along passively.
After circling through the sky, Nykona returned to the ground. The blank behind him had remained within the designated range the entire time.
The power armor's helmet opened, and Dulles's head was exposed to the air again. He spat out the deep-sea fluid from his breathing tube, his face deathly pale with fright.
His heart pounded harder than it ever had before. Not even during gang shootouts had he felt this nervous.
Yet at the same time, the intense thrill left him wanting more. The feeling