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"Well, ah, yeah, I guess zit tis good to know dat in a pinch, should we need, I can fly for joo, by bond of ours to zee rescue!"

Half laughing to shake off his near death experience, half trying his to ease Whitecap's damaged pride.
"'Tis just a minor setback asit tweer. I may have used a few lives had I been a cat, no!" chuckles Marco seeing that he has a new found confidence in his own "flying" ability.

Marco seeing his fate spiraling down groundward as Whitecap struggles to regain loft, he unclips his harness and dives aiming toward Callisus, arms wide in some aire of gliding rodent fashion.
fly check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
"STEADY JORSELF CAP AND GET READY CHOO SAVE MY HIDE!!"
As Marco closes in with Callisus, the dragon kin sees him and gambles to his intent. He flattens his back and expands his wings to give Marco plenty of surface area to make his play. With a flip and a dash, Marco lands feet first on the now wide dorsal surface of his comrade, takes another few steps and jumps back up into the free fall facing Whitecap.
pants pooing acrobatics: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

"Dis is true yeah, but I knew joo haditin joo! Dees wings are a part of jor body, eh and uh like jor once new legs, joo become one with dem, and as such jor mind, as charp asit tis, will make dem and moving dem as simple as taking breath. Joo know dis to be true!"

The two longtime bonded companions practiced different techniques mimicking the maneuvers seen by the others all learning to fly along with their new found allies.

Now up!

Whitecap hears Marco's thought and immediately reacts. The pair dart straight skyward spinning and twisting as they rose. Whitecap having now felt the streams and currents in the air has become quite proficient at manipulating them to his will. Taking a page out of Aoife's playbook, Marco unclips his tether to the harness, breathes deep and leaps from Whitecap's winged back.

"TARGETS OUT!!"

With that command, Whitecap summons a swarm of rats mid air as he speeds down keeping pace with the freefalling fearless foxlike fellow. Seeing his newly found prey and feeling something reaching deep into his primal animal hunter genetics, Marco rapidly fires bolt after bolt into each individual rat as he decends closer and closer to the now widening landmass from whence they began. With barely a glance toward each other, Marco positions himself ready as Whitecap spins into range. The Kitsune floats onto the Eidolon with ease, clips back in and with a eye popping rush back upward, the two recovered from the dive with barely 5 meters to spare. The the two take a stabilizing bank and return to the training site where many of the adventurers have come to rest.

"I tink dat we chall call dat de Aoife Assault, what joo tink?" says Marco and to Ishbaad with a wink to Aoife.

Seeing the usually sure and sturdy Whitecap unsure and off balance reminded him of their meeting when Marco had to teach him to walk then eventually run and fight. He knew Whitecap had an inner strength and once tapped it would fuel an inner fire allowing Whitecap to soar above his obstacles.

"It 'tis ok my old friend; we are in dis together as always! Calissus has informed me that air is much like water, yet not as ah wet yeah? De air has currents such as rivers and waves, heat affects flow too so just ah like when jew are in de wetlands, jew must feel de movements around jew and use de flow, not fight it. Jew will get it, I am sure."

"Thank you very much, Calissus, de energy around dis realm is remarkable, no?!"

The Kitsune had never before realized just how much the surrounding environment could affect his summoning. It's something that he subconsciously must have known but now, having someone spell it out in detail, it all made perfect sense. After all, Whitecap had evolved from a Pan-like creature as the two wandered the world and more times than not, out of necessity, became the intimidating Centuar before him now.