The updraft pulled on Ryker’s body. It felt as if the sky’s were begging him to dance among the winds again.
He stood on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the fierce battle, still raging below. Fireballs sailed back and forth against the army and the fortress.
“All righty, You handsome devil you,” He said to himself. “My mysterious employer has tasked me with stealing all the blueprints I can find in that there fortress.”
He stepped away from the cliff, and over to a backpack lying on the ground.
“They said that if I did this, then I would have enough money to never have to do anything else ever again.” He said while twisting a steam pressure canister into the pack.
“Mate, you need to stop talking to yourself; maybe we should get you a girlfriend.” He said as he swung his pack on.
“Ah, I would make a wonderful lover tis true, but as with a sailor and the sea, the skies are my mistress.” He said back to himself while tightening the straps, and locking the buckles.
“If your quite done talking to yourself, we should go.” He said walking back to the cliff.
“Right, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” he said flipping his goggles down over his eyes. “Besides, what could positively go wrong?” And having said that he fell forwards, into the canyon below.