Oskar - Tags: Rush
"But..." Oskar protested. "But even if you don't have many bullets... you can at least help others! What about that creature you were with? The dragon?" the Komet pressed. "You know he's back there after all! You could help him!" Oskar turned about now, banking to the left. "Herr Rush... I am going back to assist! I will meet you back there!" Activating his rocket again, he took off, shooting across the skies as he rapidly returned to Propwash Junction. Seeing the aforementioned Streak taking on a bunch of cars that were surrounding him, Oskar descended to line up some shots... all he'd really need would be a few seconds... that's it.
Narrowing his eyes, the Komet streaked in, firing off a burst from his guns as he targeted the cars directly behind Streak. Two of them recoiled and caught fire in their engine blocks, causing them to race away in panic. Oskar shot by overhead, climbing to gain altitude so he could glide again and conserve fuel. As he rose to about 5,000 feet, he cut the rocket off and banked around to get a better assessment of what was going on up here. He would swoop in and assist whoever needed it the most, and could conduct slow turns up here if need be. He kept his eyes downward, trying to pick out his next targets... but it seemed if anything the fight was finally starting to turn in the favor of the town, since the denizens were fighting back fiercely and well.
Blade - Tags: Otter
"Yeah! Yeah I'm all right!" Blade said in a heavy voice, the concussion of the blast having peppered him with small fragments, which fortunately weren't many in number... though still, he was in pain. "Just some scratches!" He panted, positioning himself back over Otter. "OK keep moving! Straight ahead. That's it! Keep going!" the helicopter encouraged. "I'm gonna get you behind the bleachers!" he explained. Out there, there was a drop off, but also the "wing" of Propwash as well, and fields of corn; it would make for good cover. "Turn right!" Blade ordered. "You're at the end of the bleachers now!" He flew over to his right to direct Otter. He winced, feeling he was leaking fluids, but it didn't feel too serious. Maybe drops here and there... he'd get it fixed when he landed and this was over. "How you holding up back there?" He asked, keeping overhead of Otter. "Just listen for my engine and voice! Don't stop!"
Gunfire could be heard behind him... but fortunately, it seemed no enemy was lurking on the road out of town... which would help immensely in keeping Otter safe, as well as those cars who had made it out to the road.
Finn - Tags: Horah
"You may call me Finn!" the Aston-Martin/Peerless hybrid responded. He fired off more rounds at some cars in the distance who mounted missile launchers, and almost fired a missile himself at them, but decided against it: No sense blowing anything further up in the town... the firefighters seemed to have their wings and wheels full as was. One thing Finn did do however was aim for the mouth of one of the launchers, waiting to squeeze off a burst when the enemy fired. He fired and detonated the missile fairly close to the ground, engulfing the two cars in a fiery ball and shredding their upper works. When the smoke cleared, they were blacked and burned, and not moving. Good enough! Finn noticed the tide was turning, and the attackers seemed to either be fleeing or else being overcome by the town's valiant defenders.
"I think we're routing them!" Finn radioed to his two agents. "Mop them up! Let's finish this!" he ordered.
Dusty - Tags: No One
Dusty's engine was racing, his heart pounding as he thought about it all... his home... being attacked... vehicles being hurt and killed... in his home! Why? Why was this happening? There must be a reason! He was still angry, sure, and wanted to do something... anything to fight back and protect his home! Others were doing it after all! There had to be something he could do!
Banking to come around, the firefighter roared back over the evacuating cars, and began looking for the spot he thought the missile had been fired at him from. It was further back... in between Honkers and the firehouse... or so he thought. His blue eyes swept the ground, and there... behind Honkers... he could see a car with a missile launcher. That had to be him! Coming in low, Dusty dropped down, and the car turned a second too late to see him. A flash of red, white, and black, Dusty's pontoon struck the launcher and knocked it off the car and sent it clattering to the ground. The force threw the car a little as well, but it wasn't much. Pulling into a climb, Dusty decided he would see where everyone else was... and hoped his friends would all be OK...