Harry braked rapidly in midair, throwing his hands up and using them to propel himself down rapidly, just about avoiding the five deadly streams of fire coming his way. Before they could sweep downward, he accelerated, getting under the lead starfighter and preventing the others from using their plasma canons.
The mounted gun on the bottom of the starfighter swiveled around to point directly at his face. Dang. Outmaneuvered. Why do I always forget about the gun at the bottom? Giving himself a mental knock on the head, he casually grabbed the muzzle of the gun.
The gun fired.
The supersonic projectile rammed right into his hand. Blue veins along his arm glowed a bright cyan color as the energy was absorbed and directed into his body along the veins. The energy snaked along the veins until it reached his chest where it flashed a brilliant blue and faded. The projectile fell back into the barrel, robbed of its energy and momentum. He pulled, ripping the gun right out of its mount and propelled himself out from under the ship, flinging the gun into the engine before swooping down towards the four other ships.
By this point, they'd all gotten the message that they weren't dealing with your average individual and engaged their largest weapons, the railguns, firing giant six foot rods of sharp metal at ridiculous speeds. Harry dodged them all, weaving around in an intricate dance as he used his wings to slap away the occasional round that got too close to his face.
He landed right on the front window of another starfighter, ducking underneath the large gun. Do I finish this quickly or do this one by one? He looked towards the other side. All five starfighters were obscured by the large starship. He focused, allowing his eyes to focus on more than just light and allowing him to see a ghostly image from the other side of the ship.
He saw Jennifer tearing through the engine of a starfighter, two others left behind in her wake. Hmm...she's going one by one. Well then. Let's do that. Harry ripped the gun off the starfighter, repeating his previous maneuver as he jumped onto the window of the third starfighter.
Trying something a little different, he carefully punched through the hull of the starfighter, taking care to only breath the first layer of the hull so that there'd be enough damage for the ship to turn away but no so much that it would loose air pressure and crash.
Job done, he jumped onto the fourth starfighter. By this point, the fifth starfighter, along with the rest of its damaged brethren, had gotten the memo that they would not be winning this fight and were starting to retreat. Seeing that the battle was won, Harry jumped off the starfighter he was on, allowing it to join the rest of the fleet in retreat.
Jennifer came up beside him.
"I think we won," he mouthed.
She shook her head and pointed towards the giant starship. While they'd been fighting the starfighters, it had turned and was now facing them, front mounted cannons aimed right at them. Behind it, the Carntiona was slowly drifting, the telltale exhaust fumes absent indicating the engine had either been turned off or it had run out of fuel. It was definitely the latter. Crap
He pointed at the Carntiona and raised his eyebrows. Jennifer shrugged and pointed at the large cannons about to fire at them. He nodded and gave her a thumbs up. She returned the thumbs up and smiled, nodding towards the ship. Harry nodded back. The duo turned and shot towards the starship.
The ship fired its cannons.
Jennifer broke left, swooping down towards the left wing of the ship while Harry took the large warhead head on, swatting it aside with a wing as he continued on his path straight into the muzzle of the largest cannon.
He concentrated, shrinking his shoulders just enough as he dived straight into the barrel of the gun meeting the second warhead just as it was fired. Not expecting it to fire so quickly, he didn't have time to react. It struck him squarely on the head