Stripetail took the only open seat, in the middle of the saddle. He stapped himself in. ' Do what you can Captain. That is all we can ask of you. We cannot ask for more." He turned to the others " Stay close to Sveta, Or me. and have your weapons and magic at the ready. We will have to carve a way though." There was a huge rush as Fairchild raced forward and Stripetail was pinned to the back of the saddle by the rush of gravity.. the atmosphere of the planet was a roiling storm, with blinding lighting, intense heat, and which drew in any perspiration from the group, the air was surprisingly dry. Up ahead a large bank of clouds formed, and in a twinkling two large eyes sprung out of it. ' Well, Well. A small band of special chosen sheep, sent by the Seer to their slaughter' came a booming voice from within, there was no mistaking the voice, or the pure malice that radiated from it. "Does it weigh on you, old boy? At all? there is no stopping the collision at this point, the atmospheres are combining, and the larger planet is absorbing the smaller. Weynard is going to be ripped into shreds in less than an hour, the core of the planet cannot take any more pressure. it will implode and everything above it will shatter like a glass chandelier dropped from a ceiling. Where the planet once stood , well there won;t be much of anything. the remains will be small, like meteors and maybe 1 or 2 large asteroids, but nothing that is livable or which will contain a small fragment of what was. You wasted too much time, trying to save these silly fools, and trying to reason with them. Power is the only thing mortals understand, Seer, and 95% of their existence is spent trying to obtain it and hoard it. Showing that silly Wo your power, and forcing him to your will, would have saved you at least a weeks worth of hassle and bother. Admit it, MY LORD' the voice said insultingly ' You've lost this round, and are close to losing the whole game. Oh, and one more little thing. When Weynard implodes? your little ship, and everyone onboard, is going to be atomized in the process. So IF I were you, I'll tell that little rustbucket of of a plane to hurry up? And I'd bid that little team of yours goodbye as well, as well as informing their next of kin. how does it normally go? Oh , yes ' I regret to inform you" the clouds shook with malevolent laughter, magical lightning glowing around it , Each word probing Stripetail trying to rouse his anger,.