Burning Wings (Mercury and Jorian)
The sun sinks low in the sky, casting a brillian burning light across the cloudy horizon of the skyworld, and two angels blast across the skyline, trailing behind each other in a flight race and trying to pass each other up. The two angels were rivals in everything they did, and now they were in a contest of flight.
"Not bad," the angel on the left, a white garbed angel with brown hair, said. "Try to keep up with this." Without waiting for a reply, he pulled himself to a stop and went into a vertical nosedive into the blanket of cloud below them.