Fenrir's Leash

Chapter 6: Aftermath

'Goddammit, these girls! I only have lethal armament on my ship, I can't possibly kill one of theirs, not right now! Ergh…' The Airborne Fortress cursed internally, exasperated with the sticky situation he's facing.

'I don't want to blow up an entire fucking base just because of a misunderstanding! I need a weapon for now…' He seethed, trying to find a way to defend himself.

If they weren't allies, he would've blown them to smithereens already, much like those pesky Aurelian fleet back at hangar.

However, they are technically his allies. This is not the Leasathian Civil War, where fellow countrymen turned onto one another.

No, this has to be resolved peacefully.

However, the ashen-haired girl charged towards him, her bow in hand, aiming onto his head.

Seeing this, he reflexively jumped back, evading her arrow by the nick of time, the arrow itself merely grazing his cheek.

'Ugh, damn, I have to summon my riggings... But I still need a weapon...' He inwardly said, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Then, he remembered what Wales said;
"Just feel it, and you'll see it."

In an instant, thousands of blue cubes formed on his back.

Slowly, the cubes formed a shape of two gigantic wings made out of sharp metallic feathers, their colors being jet black.

On his torso, a fiendish black tailpiece of the Gleipnir and fuselage formed, recognizable SWBM silos right on the back.

Not forgetting to arm himself, an M82 Sniper Rifle materialized on top of his hands, falling onto his palms with a gentle thud.

On his waist, a P250 Standard Issue pistol materialized, already holstered securely to his body.

Feeling the sensation once more, Gleipnir unfurled his wings with a scream of rage, mixed with content, giving off an aura of terrible majesty, as if he was a demon.

Before long, he aimed the rifle towards the girl, who dashed once more to him.

However….

A familiar sword blocked the two from quarreling with each other further.

"Halt! That's enough, Enterprise." It was Prince of Wales, interfering with their fight.

"What are you doing?! Can't you see it's a siren?! Who is he?!" Enterprise hissed, enquiring Wales about the mysterious person.

"He is our guest." A simple answer was mouthed out by the blonde.

"Then what's the deal with the explosion we all heard just now?!" The carrier interrogated, still remembering the fireworks that happened a minute ago.

Clearing his throat, Gleipnir talked up, "Ahem, that was… a test conducted by them to gauge my abilities. I apologize for causing such a ruckus."

"What's the deal with using such a blast?! It was merely a test, just like what you said!" Still suspicious of the full-combat mode Gleipnir, Enterprise interrogated once more to find out the truth.

"Ah… it was one of my main armaments. The test won't be complete until I've used it." He spoke only the truth.

Thinking that his full riggings and the airship in combat mode added to the situation, Gleipnir recalled his raven wings, the pair dissolving into thin air after becoming bright blue cubes.

The SWBM ports disengaged, closing themselves with a thud, whirrings of the Shock Cannon on its belly dissipated, no longer glowing ghostly blue.

'This might make her more convinced of my innocence, I hope…' The man mentally mumbled, hoping to deescalate the situation.