[i][u]Wrong place, worst time. Dojo, 3:14 P.M.[/u][/i] [i]The sky outside was clear. The sun shined down with a slight overcast, it was calm. However, off in the distance, a large aircraft made it's way down in smoke. It looked to be an old WWII looking bomber. But its chassis much larger, the wingspan created a large shadow as it flew past the dojo. It's engines glowed blue with power. It was followed by two fighter aircraft. Much more futuristic, they continuously made runs at the larger aircraft, then made a move away the gunfire and flew back around. The bomber get returning fire but with no luck as it made its way down to an open field. Once it got close the pilot tried to land, the wings flipped upward, slowing it down, but, it was too late. The aircraft turned to it's side, crashing and sliding across the ground, the wing being torn apart. Soon only two people emerged from the plane, one dragging his friend, trying to find safety, the other two aircraft flew past, and began to loop back to finish them off.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]