<blockquote><div><cite>Reizu wrote:</cite>Reizu was breathless as he gazed at the city from above. It was beautiful. The wolfeasel held on tightly as he spoke. "This is amazing! We have got to have a race one day!" He let go for a short while and breathed in. So this was what it was like to fly. Magnificent.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Uh uh, you'd burn me on the straights. You were going at least 210, and my best sprint is only 193 mph. But I'll beat that 200 mark some day! I can only sprint for about 30 seconds before I have to throttle back anyway. I normally cruise at 130, and in the air I'm even slower, around 70. Raptor-like wings are great for manouvrability, lift and style, but not good for fast flight, unless I power dive, or someone invents a sphinx sized jet pack."<br/><br/>She felt him let go, and said, "Which is why you should hold on tight. Express elevator, going down!" She rolled sideways, side slipping into a spiral turn that brought her round in a full circle in twice her body length, and then leveled out and dived, wings practically folded flat.<br/><br/>"Power DIIIIVE!" For a few, endless seconds they plummeted, then her wings snapped open and she pulled off a swoop and vertical zoom that equalled any rollercoaster.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>"Aaah! AAAaaaaAAAH!" Chris was thrown around and nearly fell off multiple times as you take off into the sky, but quickly regains balance and begins enjoying himself, restraining a howl of delight as you fly through the sky. He is bumped around again as you land on the roof, and slides off slightly before grabbing your harness and pulling himself back on, roaring euphorically along to Bat Out Of Hell as you soar through the sky. "So how far is it then?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Not far, over by the docks. East Street 120, like I told Soren. Don't worry, I can put you both up for the night, I mean I don't actually have any spare beds, but I'm sure I can arrange something comfortable."<br/><br/>This was just as well, the docks area was not a good place to be at night. Mainly run down warehousing and a little light industry, the older sections, like East Street, were semi-abandoned, or converted to mean little tenaments for people who could afford nothing better. There was a high crime rate, and the police tended to patrol in squad cars, in squads. Not the best place for a single girl to make her home, but you had to remember that Ptricia did after all have certain advantages.<br/><br/>You're well away from the area where the club was and into the business district, and she's playing tag with the skyscrapers. Anywhere there's a ledge, she lands and runs, and you fel the sudden burst of speed. A building under construction looms ahead and she lands on a naked girder, running along it at her normal pace, hundreds of feet of open air on each side of you. She springs sideways to another girder just in time to avoid a load bearing pillar, and races along that, springing through a gap at the far end with a only few feet of clearance for her body, and your heads.<br/><br/>Once again you soar out into space in a wings folded leap, but they spread and beat down just as you start to feel the stomach start to drop out of your bottom. Out ahead of you is a less well lit area, in comparison to the empty, but brilliantly lit streets of the night-time business district. You can see the river like a narrow thread of quicksilver reflecting the quay-side lights on the far side of the bay.<br/><br/>A number of the closer lights down in the streets ahead are oilcan fires, or even less formal blazes. A siren is howling and there's the reflection of a blue flash in some higher up windows as a police car races through one of the man-made canyons, beyond your line of sight. Ptricia doen't seem to notice, or care, she's giding down towards the area, flapping occasionally, but mostly just letting her momentum do the work. In a lower volume she started singing again.<br/><br/>"The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling<br/>Way down in the valley tonight<br/>There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye<br/>And a blade shining oh so bright<br/>There's evil in the air and there's thunder in the sky<br/>And a killer's on the bloodshot streets<br/>Oh and down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising<br/>Oh I swear I saw a young boy<br/>Down in the gutter<br/>He was starting to foam in the heat... Take it Chris!"<br/><br/>OOC: No matter how you're thrown about, neither of you can get thrown off. Since she created the harness with her shapeshifting powers, she is aware of it, and can adjust it. If it wasn't secure she would never have launched, and the only way you'd get free is to cut it away.