The wind whistled and sang as Ryker fell through the crisp clear air. He reached to his side and clicked a switch into place.
With a clang, the spring loaded wings of the pack unfurled.
“Alright, easy in and out Ryk.” The gliding man said to himself. “Just don’t get spotted.”
He angled himself, so he would only cast a thin line of a shadow as he glided towards the fortress. This has been a trick he learned while watching the Gust-hawks of his home city of Caelum.
Unfortunately, this made the sunlight bounce off his highly reflective silvery-white, magnesium alloy wings; making him clearly visible to the circling warplanes.
Luckily, the planes appeared content to bomb the people below, and fight one another for the time being. As he was trying to not get spotted by the fortress or the soldiers below, he felt confident in his route, and smiled smugly.
@Eluvianii, and anyone else flying in a plane.