'Grayson' was flying fast.
Past Geron's mecha unit with its shoulder buried in the carapace of the huge zerg and its foot planted on a thrashing Insectoid's leg.
He flew away believing that Neville would be safe and saved after he killed Ethan. Believing that Colonel Vane would do his job well.
The urgency was obvious as he flew without care, propelling himself using his tail as momentum. He could feel and see Ethan's unusual movements even from afar.
But even with these measures, 'Grayson' wasn't able to make it in time and stop Ethan from doing anything. Everything happened so fast that he just had to abruptly stop mid-air.
It was so sudden that his own tail overshot him and lashed the air in a hard black arc. He had to snap his wings wide to kill the momentum, hanging there thirty meters up.
Fck, 'Grayson' cursed. He had not felt this panic, not even the last time.
