Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28270366-20160623230141/@comment-28270366-20160627223948

Arthur: Ask! More Russians are chasing us! Unbelievable. Why can't we just stall him with bazookas?

Bucky: We don't have bazookas.

Arthur: Well, Randolf had grenades. Mineski can pixelate machines. You can one punch stuff. Why can't I do such talent like you? You can't consider me a genetic soldier just because of that. *bullets hit his arm, pulling it off*

Harold: *catches the arm* There is a reason why we are called the Skywings, brother. You know what would the special Arthur do? Improvise.


 * flashback in both Bucky and Arthur's mind*

(This memory isn't an important memory (or glyph). Just a random one.)

Young Bucky: *sees his toy gun stuck in a tree* Aw. It's stuck.

Young Arthur: Dang it.Those bullies. Always messing you around.

Young Bucky: *tries to climb but has nothing to grab* We need a ladder.

Young Arthur: *takes out a ladder* This ladder is too short for such big tree.

Young Bucky: Then what are we gonna do?

Young Arthur: Simple. Improvise. That's what Skywings do. *grabs a long pole with a sharp harpoon, pole vaults to the tree, and while in mid-air, strucks the harpoon to the tree, and Arthur climbed the pole to grab the gun* I got it.


 * flashback ends*

Arthur: *thinks deep and saws Bucky's falcon wings, in a distance, a propane tank and a lighter* Bucky, let me borrow your wings. *takes the wings, flies to the distance to grab the propane tank and the lighter, flies in front of the police cars* *opens the propane tank's gas and lighted it up* Cheers, mate. *throws the propane tank to the crowding cars*

Bucky: Good, that'll take care of them.

Arthur: *flies in front of a fuel truck, opened the valve to spill the oil on the path, then lights it up with lighter* OK! Fire wall, baby! *flies back to Bucky and the team*