While Dante was flying through the air, he noticed they were starting to lose altitude. He looked down to the control panel and, sure enough, they were out of gas.
"... Fuuuuuuu......"
The engine stalled out and the helicopter began to head straight for the trees. He tried climbing out of the door but, surprisingly, they were locked. "God dammit," Dante said, "Now how am I going to get out? I know." Dante pulled his faithful pistol Ebony from her holster on his thigh and aimed it at the windshield. Taking five shots at the windshield, they made enough of a hole to weaken the structural integrity of the glass, allowing him to kick the window and watch it cube up and fall down. He then climbed out on to the nose of the copter, ducking down so as to not get his head chopped off by the blades, and began to surf on the hood.
Drago materialized next to him, floating in the air as he remarked, "I've heard of car surfing, truck surfing, train surfing, water surfing, sky surfing, and wind surfing. I've even heard of plane surfing. But I've NEVER heard of helicopter surfing before."
"Yeah, well, now you have, Jiminy." Dante called out to him. He noticed a clearing in the trees that they were nearing and saw an outstretched branch near it. He had sharpened the side of his duel disk, since they were supposedly made out of metal, and though he could use that to his advantage later on... But not now. He saw the branch and crouched low.
"... You're not gonna jump, are y-?!"
Before Drago could finish his sentence, Dante pounced off the helicopter, grabbing the branch with one hand. He ended up swinging off it with the momentum and somersaulted through the air like a circus performer, catching the branch of the next tree in front of him with both hands. He had stopped swinging in time to see the helicopter crash. It tore through the trees, metal and debris flying every which way. it mostly landed on the ground, what little metal did fly off...
... Until the battery ruptured. Now, quite coincidentally, Batteries do in fact explode when tampered with. Once the battery exploded, it caught the oil in the helicopter, accelerating the explosion. Couple that with the flammable antifreeze inside the vehicle, and the entire plane exploded in a fiery inferno of falling death. Metal flew for a mile in every direction, the beams and aluminum soaring like shuriken through trees, branches, vines; it was everywhere. Finally, the little bit left of the helicopter came to a stop in the trees, hanging from some vines that were slowly burning away from the heat of the metal.
Dante dropped down from the tree, jumping from branch to branch like a monkey until he hit the swamp floor. Once he landed, Drago pooped next to him and said, "I knew you were originally a monkey."
"Shut up, Jiminy," Dante replied, now getting quite used to saying it now. He then began to walk around, thinking to himself, Man. I was going to bring it down gently too... Well, looks like he's down a helo now.
Wandering along, he found a man that looked like he was thinking to himself. "That must be the guy," Dante said out loud, not caring if anyone heard.
"It looks like he has a number card as well, Dante. Be careful," Drago said, weary of the man who looked like he had some ill intentions.
"Don't worry. Careful is my middle name."
"Oh yes. We all saw that when you decided to surf on the NOSE OF A HELICOPTER!"
Ignoring his comment, Dante stepped out to the man's view and said, "Oi! Are you the guy with Number 53?"
Swamp (NHS)Sat Oct 12, 2013 12:36 am