That sounds grand. Though Drift wouldn't mind a few pointers if it came with praise too. He yearns for the latter, ready to accept it now, but understanding there's still things he can learn even with as far as he's come.

Drift ducks just in case the thing tries firing the faulty weapon, kicking out with a foot. It's supplemental though, as Wing's blades slice through the creature's chest with a sizzle. Twice felled the thing goes down with a loud shriek. It's hard not to steal a glance at the jet, the grace of his follow through, even though Drift should be making sure their opponent doesn't get up again.