252 Okay, bye! (2/2)

But then another dragon swept in and physically hauled Sir Fate off his own airship in its claws.

[Hey! I was going to hit that!] the dragon roared in protest.

[Too slow!] the girl dragon scolded.

[Fine…] The first dragon grumbled, and went back to the business of tearing up Sir Fate's airship.

Meanwhile, Sir Fate was trying to slash his greatsword into a dragon that was dragging him straight up into the sky with enough velocity to black out most normal knights. ”Why… did they… have to make… my sword… so heavy?!”

[It's not that heavy.] the girl dragon said modestly. [But I guess this is high enough.]

”High enough for what?” Sir Fate asked.

And then he wished he hadn't.

The dragon dropped him. [Whoops! Actually, no…]

”Uwaaaa…!” Sir Fate fell out of the sky with a yell of almost the same tone and pitch as Fel's maid.

***

At that time, Lady Knight Damnaith was sitting gloomily in a gunner's chair trying to angle for a shot from a sinking airship.

”We're going down.” She said gloomily to an empty station. Everyone else had already fled and abandoned ship, but she still sat there still trying to shoot something, all by herself.

Around that point, the ammunition caught fire and exploded. There was a terrible shake, and then the ship's descent really sped up.

Despite the obvious fall, Damnaith didn't look scared or even particularly excited. She just looked melancholic. ”We're all gonna die. It's so sad.”

The world spun around her. The entire gunnery section broke apart, ordinance scattering in all directions and exploding more often than not. One of those explosions actually set her on fire.

”Ow.” Damnaith said in a steady, slow voice as she slapped out the fire calmly. ”I guess this is the end. Goodbye, cruel world…”

Then there was a terrible crashing sound as the airship met the ground and the wreckage blew apart in a spectacular series of explosions.

***

Fel's airship fared little better. It, too, crashed around the same time, along with Jared and Damnaith on their flagship, and Sir Fate fell right out of the sky.

In rapid succession, the Sure-Die Trio and Sir Jared all reached the ground in rather violent and uncomfortable ways.

Slowly, the dust began to settle.

”Is everyone okay?” Fel asked indiscriminately.

Multiple groans answered her.

”This is disaster! Disaster!” one maid shrieked.

Fel's first maid lowered her head. ”Sira Fel, I'm sorry. I can't set the table for dinner.”

”Why not?” Fel asked.

”All the dishes are broken.”

”AARGH!!” This proclamation was accompanied by a furious roar from Sir Jared. Not to imply that it was in any way connected to the fate of the dishes.

Speaking of Fate, Sir Fate himself was stuck headfirst in the ground nearby, half-buried up to his waist. One foot twitched sideways.

”Just use napkins or carve out wooden dishes or something.” Fel sighed. ”And this time, set the table for five. My teacher and fellow disciples will be joining us, it seems. But wash up first, you and the others.”

”Yes, Sira Fel.” The maid bowed, her face still charred.

”Knights, anyone who can still stand, help me get Sir Fate out of the ground.” Fel strenuously pulled herself to her feet. ”And somebody, go call Sira Damnaith for dinner!”

”Um… where is she?” one of the knights asked.

”She's still sitting in the middle of the wreckage.” Fel grimaced. ”Go get her to come over before she starts burying herself.”