The sky was filled with strange lights and colors.
Colorful Phosphorescence, lightning, gale, particle beams, and rockets crisscrossed, amidst the distorted time flow, the gigantic "bugs" stubbornly engaged in offense and defense.
The aerial combat appeared like another version of the ground attack and defense, where the struggle of flesh and blood against war machines was equally unbalanced, with the "legion's" innate advantages just as apparent. To bridge the gap, humanity too had placed their all on the table.
But Marseille thought otherwise.
He did not think of himself as someone remarkable, merely having better innate conditions than the warriors on the ground. Even though he possessed many advantages, he was only barely managing to avoid being shot down.
No.
Even saying 'barely' was an overstatement.
