"Our planes would outnumber their planes thirty to one. Sadly, with
how many pilots we have, we'll only get ten in the air for each
they have." Edward explained.
"I'm more concerned for myself, honestly. I don't wanna
have to treat someone who's so freaking beat up." Agatha said,
making the man standing beside her laugh. She flushed a light
red.
North nodded. "We could try to recruit pilots. Or transfer some
fighters to pilots by doing some training.
"Well it was made illegal to have civilians train to be pilots. We
could have fifty instructed in a month." Edward guessed, "And if we
use those fifty to teach others it could be a lot quicker."
He jumped back smiling, "Oh weapons? Shame I didn't bring mine.
Still..." With a sharp kick to Hadrian's hand his sword first
katana was sent flying, "That is one."
He growled, “****” he said while jumping back. He walked around
thinking what to do next. He picked a kunai off his belt and tossed
it in the air then caught it and threw it straight at Max.
North nodded. "That makes sense. It's a simple and easy way
to get the necessary pilots." She said softly, tapping her fingers
on the table.
Agatha covered her mouth. Her eyes were filled with awe as she
watched the fight. She'd never been able to fight like that, she'd
always kept to medicine and healing.
Right before the head butt Hadrian had swung his sword. It was not
very deep but it was in Max’s leg. He held his head while frowning.
Rage burned in his mind. He pulled the sword out and jumped back a
few times. He picked up the katana he lost earlier.
Max yelled in pain rushing forward and he began to hit Hadrian
repeatedly knocking both swords aside as he kept up his onslaught.
Before he could make another punch Eva stepped in. "Sir, that is
enough."
Max stood growling a bit before turning to Agatha, "Medic! Please
treat my leg."
Agatha let out a soft whimper, scampering towards Max. "Do
you want to do it here or at my tent. Either works." She said,
adjusting her bag of medical supplies. She stared up at Maximillian
with big purple eyes that questioned him further.
North nodded. "You make a fair point. There will be the cost of
fuel." She said, fiddling with a stray piece of hair.