The wind hit the side of the ship full-force, tipping it over and knocking the puppet against the opposite wall. Ales grabbed onto the steering wheel for his life, dangling in mid-air while a foot scraped against the seat. The turbulence shook the ship, the buttons making a constant clacking sound as they vibrated in their loose holds.
He had to hold on, just enough until the ship tilted back to a manageable angle. But if Moggle Mog was going to keep on flying, this was to be an issue.
Please, he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his hat fall off his head. just let this ship fly out of range. Once it did, he could gain control of it again and attack from afar.
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He had to hold on, just enough until the ship tilted back to a manageable angle. But if Moggle Mog was going to keep on flying, this was to be an issue.
Please, he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his hat fall off his head. just let this ship fly out of range. Once it did, he could gain control of it again and attack from afar.