The interior of Air Force One shook as Diana, Princess of Themyscira, stood atop the plane. Her form was unyielding, her presence commanding, as she gazed at the horde of parademons swarming around the fuselage.
Their shrieks filled the air, their claws raking against the reinforced metal of the presidential plane. But none of it fazed her.
Diana gripped her sword tightly, its edge glinting under the moonlight. In her other hand, her shield was already raised, prepared to meet the oncoming storm. Her eyes glowed with a ferocity that could intimidate gods themselves.
The parademons charged.
The first creature lunged at her with outstretched claws, but Diana moved like lightning. Her sword flashed in an elegant arc, cleaving the beast in two. Dark ichor sprayed across the hull, but Diana was already spinning into her next strike.
Her shield came up just in time to deflect a second parademon's attack, the sound of claws scraping against Amazonian steel echoing through the night.
With a powerful thrust, she drove her shield into the creature's chest, sending it hurtling backward.
Before it even hit the ground, Diana flung her sword in a deadly throw, impaling another parademon mid-air.
The chaos intensified as more parademons landed on the plane, their numbers seemingly endless. Yet, Diana was undeterred.
She was an Amazon, forged in the fires of battle, and these creatures were nothing more than pests.
Two parademons attacked in tandem, flanking her from either side. Diana's instincts kicked in, and she ducked beneath their strikes with fluid grace. Her lasso of truth snapped forward, wrapping around the neck of one creature. With a sharp tug, she yanked it off the plane and sent it plummeting into the ocean below.
The second parademon found itself disarmed—quite literally—as Diana severed its claws with a precise slash of her sword. It shrieked in agony, but Diana silenced it with a swift kick that sent it spiraling into the darkness.
Another wave descended, this time led by a massive parademon, nearly twice the size of the others. Its grotesque wings cast a shadow over Diana as it roared, brandishing a jagged blade.
Diana smirked. "Finally, a challenge."
The beast charged, its blade crashing against her shield with a deafening clang. The force of the blow rattled the plane, but Diana held firm.
She shoved the creature back, her strength far exceeding its own.
With a feral yell, the parademon swung again, but Diana sidestepped effortlessly. She drove her sword into its side, twisting it with precision. The beast howled, black ichor spilling from the wound, but Diana wasn't done.
With a single, mighty swing, she severed its head from its body, the lifeless corpse tumbling off the plane.
The remaining parademons hesitated, their numbers dwindling. Diana stepped forward, her golden armor gleaming, and raised her sword high.
"Leave," she commanded, her voice resonating with divine authority.
For a moment, the creatures faltered. Then, as if sensing the futility of their attack, they scattered into the night, their shrieks fading into the distance.
Diana turned her attention to the plane. The damage was extensive—holes torn into the fuselage, exposed wires sparking, and the entire structure groaning under its own weight. It was a miracle the craft was still airborne.
She dropped into the cabin through one of the breaches, her boots clanging against the metal floor. Jonah Reese and the remaining guards stared at her, their faces a mixture of relief and awe.
"Is everyone safe?" Diana asked, her voice calm despite the chaos.
Jonah nodded. "The first lady and her daughters are in the escape pod. We've managed to keep the rest of the crew alive, but this plane won't hold much longer."
Diana's gaze swept over the damaged interior. She could see the strain in the structure, hear the ominous groans of stressed metal. They were running out of time.
"Prepare everyone," she said. "We're landing—now."
Diana didn't waste a moment. She leapt back onto the plane's exterior, standing atop the fuselage as the wind whipped around her.
With a deep breath, she planted her feet firmly and reached down, gripping the reinforced metal frame.
The weight of the plane was immense—far more than any mortal could handle. But Diana was no mere mortal.
She drew upon the divine strength bestowed upon her, muscles coiling like steel cables as she began to lift.
The engines sputtered, the plane lurching as it began to lose altitude. Diana gritted her teeth, her entire body surging with power. Slowly, steadily, she lifted the massive craft, her wings unfurling as she took to the skies.
[A/N: She's wearing Hippolyta's golden armour, the one with wings]
Inside the plane, Jonah and the others clung to whatever they could as the cabin tilted slightly. Katherine Richards held her daughters close, whispering reassurances even as the girls cried.
"What's happening?" Emily asked, her voice trembling.
"It's okay," Katherine said, stroking her hair. "Wonder Woman is saving us."
Outside, Diana soared through the night, carrying Air Force One as though it were nothing more than a boulder. The ocean stretched endlessly below, and the stars above seemed to blur as she picked up speed.
Her destination was clear—a secret safe house in Greenland, far from the chaos engulfing the world. It was a haven, fortified and equipped to protect the first family in the direst of circumstances.
The snowy expanse of Greenland came into view, its icy peaks glowing under the moonlight. Nestled within the frozen landscape was the safe house, a concealed structure reinforced with cutting-edge technology.
Diana descended carefully, her grip steady as she lowered the plane onto a stretch of reinforced ground near the entrance.
The landing was rough, the plane groaning under its own weight, but it held together.
As soon as the plane touched down, the guards sprang into action. Jonah led the first lady and her daughters out of the escape pod, shielding them as they hurried toward the entrance of the safe house.
Diana watched them go, her expression unreadable. The sight of the frightened children stirred something within her—a reminder of why she fought, why she endured.
Once the family was safely inside, Jonah turned to Diana.
"Thank you," he said simply, his voice heavy with gratitude.
Diana nodded. "Protect them. No matter what."
The cold wind bit at Diana's skin as she stood outside the safe house, gazing at the distant horizon. The battle was far from over. She could feel it—a storm brewing, darkness spreading.
The war was reaching its peak, and the world was teetering on the edge of annihilation.
She couldn't stay here.
With a final glance at the safe house, Diana turned and launched herself into the air. Her form was a blur of gold and red as she ascended, leaving the icy landscape behind.
Her destination was New York.
The city was under siege, and its defenders needed her.
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