Flanking them were the Guardians. Master Magnus, the Iron Shell, propelled himself upward using bursts of localized gravity, looking like a flying boulder. Master Kaelen, the Speedster, was literally running on the air, his [Storm Trident] leaving a trail of crackling ozone as he created a slipstream for the heavy hitters to ride.
"I cannot believe I am doing this," Kaelen shouted over the roaring wind, zipping a circle around Alvian before returning to the front. "I am a creature of the deep ocean! I am not meant to fly into the armpit of a space-squid!"
"Stop whining and keep the slipstream steady," Magnus rumbled, his deep voice easily cutting through the noise. "If you slow down, the ambient gravity of this thing will crush us before we even reach the door."
