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The wingéd savages made several bloodless passes, just for the sake of terror, Kitchens realized. They certainly had that effect on him. A few lines parted at the flick of a blade, while the beat of their wings could be heard even over the drone of Erinyes’ engines.
Altitude. She was smaller and lighter than her pursuers. He had no illusions about this little airship outflying the savages, but perhaps the Chinese threat could be reduced. Kitchens studied the attitude telegraph, then rang for nose-up, dump all ballast.
Moments later she lurched with a thunderous whoosh as the tanks along the keel were opened and released. The deck jumped, the masts and stays groaned violently, and many of the defenders were thrown down with violent shouts. Kitchens himself only kept his feet by clinging to the brass capstan of the telegraph.
“Usually they whistles that one around first,” the helmsman groused.
“Keep us up and circling away from the Chinese,” Kitchens snapped. “There’s no time for niceties.”