Feign calms down in the already too-tight grasp of the net.  He closes his eyes and tries to reach out with his magic.  He only sees blips and flashes between the interupting pain of his open wound.  Now he is unable to do any more than watch the scenario unfold from the astral plane.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, a pilot finally starts up the turbine on his helicopter, hearing it roar to life in the small space of his cockpit.  As the rotors turn up to speed, he announces triumphantly over the comms "Chopper three is a go! I repeat, Chopper 3 is in the air."<br/><br/>On the shoulder of the pilot's seat, the silouette of a small bird goes unnoticed, though it can do nothing but watch as the vehicle rises up and darts off in search of the nagas.<br/><br/>(before you get too concerned, Arkain did<span style="font-style: italic">ask</span>me to play the chopper pilot.)