1/JSpan_Wind75 Posted July 29 Posted July 29 (edited) A Legendary Rotten In the gray sky of occupied France, two silhouettes pierced the clouds with brutal elegance. They were Wind and Zetas, veterans of the Rotten “Eisvögel”—the name handwritten on their Messers years before and now etched into the guts of their Focke-Wulf 190 A8s, roaring as if war were just another hunt. Wind: The Shadowhunter With the calm of a sniper and the precision of a metronome, Wind stalked around six o'clock. When the moment was right, he opened fire with all weapons at once, like an iron hammer striking from the shadows. Each shot was loaded with experience from countless fronts: Africa, the frozen East, the defense of the Reich... But here in the West, the sky was his chessboard, and he played to win. Zetas: The Falcon of the Boom & Zoom Zetas was pure fire and aerial geometry. He launched from high sixes with a descent that was as much art as tactics. He called his Focke-Wulfs "meat grinders," not out of cruelty, but out of respect for the brute force of those wing cannons and the nose "tenderizers" that made it clear there was no escape. That day over France, they were flying in CAP when they spotted a formation of Allied fighters. Wind turned smoothly, gliding like a shadow behind the last enemy plane. Zetas was already overhead, lining up its dive. Within seconds, the skies erupted with fire, smoke, and maneuvering contrails. A perfect Boom & Zoom, a close-quarters attack, a violent ballet between air veterans. At the end of the day, they returned to their base, their wings still warm and the sky behind them tinged with memory. The Rotten "Eisvögel" wasn't famous, nor did it appear in books, but wherever they flew, the sky knew them. TO BE CONTINUED... Edited July 29 by 1/JSpan_Wind75
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