Love and trust work in strange ways, and not always for each other.
The Red Oracle launches from the hangar and leaves behind a streak of rouge across Argana's sky. The air is lined with trails left by missile trajectories. Bright beams sing through the air and Damien flies his craft forward, his crosshairs on his map zero in on the targets that attempt to assault him and his precious crew behind him.
Five other Lenzarian crafts launch from the hangar and together they settle into formation before whizzing forward to meet their foes. Bright beams exchange on both sides. Missiles are launched from enemy crafts.
The small but sleek Lenzarian fighter jets pivot away from danger. Because of the trust that Damien has in his heart, he doesn't even think twice when he maneuvers away from the missiles and closes in for the offensive over the defensive.
