At the alicorn's suggestion, both Dancer and Snow got a firm grip. The mercenary in particular had seen Sweeper in action, so her grip was tighter. Shortly they were in the sky, the pegasi noted the slight adjustments of Torrential's wings, and they were on their way.
Dancer had to fly fast before, being a courier for the order. If it wasn't some sky pirates or Inquistioners, it was giggling ghost of the Cult chasing her. She had to fly low, into cities, canyons, even through caves. She wasn't as good as a Wonderbolt, let alone a military trained hoplite. But she learned how to outrun or outmaneuver by experience and a bit of luck.
But Torrential left at such speeds that even Dancer was unprepared for. Keeping her wings tucked in, the Scholar kept close to Torrential. In contrast to the harsh wind blowing past her, the alicorn's fur was calm as water. It was comforting.
No wonder poor Scroll looks so frightened after every flight. An Earth Pony like him isn't used to being in the sky, let alone at this velocity , thought Dancer.
Unlike the other mare, Tail was having the time of her life. Her head was slightly up, looking at the landscape around them. The sun was beautiful in the cloudless sky. She gone through so many combat drops that this was second nature to her.
"Yaaaaaahooooooooooooooooo!", Snow Tail shouted.