The tactical helicopter roared through the sky, soaring over the vast forest as dawn crept in along the horizon. Inside, Chris sat next to Elara, still reeling from everything that had happened. The cool air whipping through the broken window couldn’t calm his racing heart.

Then Elara’s fingers danced over the console. Her eyes narrowed.
“We're being tailed.”

Chris twisted in his seat and looked through the side window.

Three dark helicopters were closing in, flanked by several sleek, metallic flying drones—all bearing the same red X symbol as the robots from earlier. Their engines screamed through the morning wind, faster than anything they’d seen so far.

Chris turned to her. “Do we have any kind of attack system?”

Elara didn’t even look up. “Yeah,” she said flatly. “We shoot nukes out the tailpipe.”

Chris smirked. “That’s comforting.”

He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood. The wind hit him hard as he moved toward the side hatch.

Elara’s eyes widened. “Wait—what are you—?”

“I’ll be right back.”

Before she could protest, Chris flung the hatch open and leapt into the sky.

Wind screamed past his ears as he sailed through the air toward the first enemy helicopter. Bullets tore toward him—thump-thump-thump—but they bounced harmlessly off his body like paper balls.

Chris slammed into the cockpit windshield, shattering it completely. The pilots barely had time to react before he ripped open the roof and tore out the electronics inside. The helicopter spiraled downward in a fiery arc.

He leapt off and soared toward the next one.

BANG!

He crashed onto the side rotor, kicking through the engine with one powerful blow. Flames erupted as the machine lurched sideways. He flung himself upward just before it exploded in the air behind him.

Now the flying robots came for him—sleek, fast, and armed with blasters. They opened fire, lighting up the sky with red energy bolts.

Chris growled and dived into them.

He bounced between them like a pinball—punching, stomping, tearing. Each leap sent out shockwaves so powerful they detonated the bots beneath his feet.

One. Two. Three. Four.

The sky lit up with fire and broken metal.

Smoke and wreckage rained down over the forest as Chris launched himself back toward the helicopter.

He landed on the skids with a metallic thud, then calmly stepped back inside and shut the hatch.

Elara blinked.

“Okay,” she said, still staring. “That was actually kinda cool.”

Chris just smiled and sat back down.

The chopper soared forward, leaving smoke trails and fireballs behind them—heading toward whatever waited next.