'Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.'
After a moment of hesitation passed, Fen could only swear at himself in his own mind. Changing the angle at which his fire wings kept him in the air, accompanied by more and more profanities exploding in his mind, the young man stalled his hovering flight, before coating himself with his wings.
Deprived of the force that kept him in the air, in one instant, the young man plummeted down. Once his body reached the maximum speed that a freefall could provide, Fen reached forth with his wings, only to push against the air with them, gaining just a bit more of the speed.
After all, for what he was about to do, speed was the most crucial aspect!
By the time Fen could once again see the quickly growing details of the land below him along with the exact position of the group that dared to invade the garden of the fire flower.
