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Dav clutched tightly at the back of the pilot’s chair in front of him as yet another jagged peak suddenly appeared in front of them. They rushed towards it and somehow, impossibly, slipped just to one side without smashing into it.
Only being able to see obstacles on the small screen didn’t make judging their distance easy, but Dav was sure the flyer must have almost brushed this one. Something seemed to be wrong with the flyer, that or Tarkus was pushing it too hard. Either way, Dav’s calm acceptance of the rushing landscape had vanished again as near-misses changed to extremely narrow misses.
“I’m not sure my nerves are going to take this much longer!” he said.
“They don’t have to!” replied Tarkus. “Hang on!”
Before Dav could ask what that meant, Tarkus thrust the throttle fu
