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Unfortunately, the crow guy seemed to have already noticed them. A flock of black birds came snaking through the air.

Dimas dodged, but an errant lightning bolt from one of the crow's mouths caught him.

And then Hector was falling through open sky.

Dimas had dropped him, he realized.

Shit.

What to do? His vision was limited through the slit in his helmet, and the Scarf was sending him all sorts of confusing information with how fast the wind around him was moving.

But he'd wanted to give it a second try, hadn't he? Well, now was the time.

He shut his eyes and concentrated, trying his best not to think about the fact that he was currently in freefall, the fact that he'd soon hit the ground and be turned into canned meat if he didn't do something about it.

High winds had intense effects upon the Scarf. He knew that from his first trip to Lorent, when he'd met Pauline Gaolanet, the Sparrow at the airport.

And the effects now were similar, perhaps even stronger. He could sense so many pathways in the air, all linking together, pushing each other or crash against one another. It was like trying to pick out individual strands of spaghetti within a giant bowl. One big mess.

But that was the wrong way of looking at it, wasn't it? Individual strands weren't that important. The groupings of strands were more informative, weren't they?

Yeah.

Some of the currents knotted together, creating nothing but chaos that disrupted his senses, but around them, the air could still flow. If he could ignore the holes and follow the other paths, maybe this was doable.

Oh hey, there was a flock of crows chasing after him from above.

Wow, couldn't they tell he was already falling out of the sky? That was pretty aggressive. What a bunch of dicks.

Hmm, maybe one of these thought processes was a little too calm.