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With new resolve, Whitecap dashes upward, hearing Marco's thoughts encouraging him as he gains altitude and gains rank in formation. The turbulence hits but this time with expectation Whitecap synchronizes his wing strokes with those to his side.
fly check new and improved!: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14
dear god, maybe less new and hardly improved
Marco ride check hella assist: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Just when Whitecap thinks he has hit the perfect cadence, a large beetle like creature swiftly lodges itself directly into his right nostril causing him to sneeze forcing the insect thankfully straight out of his nose but regrettably the exudate and phlegm flying forward inevitably returns full force into both his eyes, blinding him in burning snottiness.
"ARRGHCK!! ACCKK!! GOOD GODS OF FIRE RELEASE MY FACE!!!
Relax my friend, let my senses guide joo, let me be jour feelings and eyes until clear dey are once again
Marco's thoughts enter the startled mind of Whitecap who in turn lets go of his burning pain and begins seeing and sensing through Marco. His flying becomes stable as he rejoins the flight pattern. They circle and dive and move as a unit until they return to the ground where Whitecap immediately wipes his face free of the firefly splatter.

Now unburdened by Maroc's weight, Whitecap twists away from the formation, regains his loft and dives toward the crafty Kitsune.
"I GOT YOU MARCO!"
Whitecap soars down scooping up his rider and gently floats back down to ground. Slightly disappointed, Whitecap shakes his head.
"Guess we need to spend some more training in formation..."
fly check take 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"It does sound like something we will coordinate, with all the airborne units, we can't be flying into one another!"
The two bounce to the air alongside Callisus, but as they begin to form up, the new updrafts formed by the other unbalanced the already shaky Whitecap. To make matters worse, when Whitecap attempts to correct the new lift, his wings strike his companion's causing a disastrous overcompensating tailspin sending Marco and Whitecap downward out of control.
fly check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Whitecap having a new sense of confidence in his winged abilities, smiles and the comment from Marco.

"You're lucky I'm a quick learner! A couple of days ago I would not have been able to pull out of that dive so fast...you would be as dead as those rats," Whitecap says with a thumb over his winged shoulder.

Bodies of freshly arrowed rodents begin to drop here and there with a now steady plopping sound.

Evolution is nothing new to Whitecap. It was his nature to take on the needs of his ward and meet the challenge, although this time things are much different.

"I was not made for the skies, land was a stretch for me to master from my aquarian beginnings. Two legs felt awkward on these hard surfaces, when my second set of legs formed, it was a blessing to balance on the firm terrain. I have since become stronger and more confident in my abilities on land, but now I have these new appendages sprouted from my back and soreness in muscles I never noticed before! Marco, we have been through difficult situations in the past, I urge your aid to assist me now!"