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Amidst the treacherous tempest, you hold Amane within your arms, battling the swirling maelstrom of debris while protecting her as best you can. With no path forward, your only option is to defy gravity and ascend. "Hold on tight!" You call out over the roaring winds, preparing for the arduous task ahead.
Engulfed within the chaotic whirlwind, your senses are heightened. Each movement is calculated as you expertly dodge incoming rubble, utilizing larger chunks as makeshift platforms to propel yourselves upward. Time seems to slow as you rely on your compound visor, and honed reflexes to navigate the ever-deadly vortex. Precise bursts from your jets allow you to gracefully navigate the treacherous currents, avoiding wooden beams, and jagged branches that threaten to smash into you.
As you move about the twister, the available debris gradually diminishes, making each leap increasingly challenging. You're going to need your hands as well as your full agility if you want to get above the storm. There's also the matter of your passenger. The air is going to get thinner soon, if it isn't already, bringing her up any higher unassisted would be a bad idea. Sensing your thoughts, Amane grabs you attention.
"Bring us to that tree down there!" She urgently suggests, pointing to a robust oak tree with its branches still intact.
"Are you sure?"
"No. But we're thinking the same thing, right?"
"A Machine Lifeform is here." You say, and she nods. Uncertainty is written all over her face, but the determination in her eyes matches yours. Trusting in her intuition, you swiftly navigate towards the designated tree. With Amane securely bracing herself within its sturdy limbs, you direct your attention upwards. The fierce currents buffet you from all angles, testing your balance and resolve. Despite the odds, you press on, driven by the knowledge that a Machine Lifeform lurks within this malicious tornado, orchestrating its wrath to hinder your escape. Yet, you refuse to succumb.
While you can stave off any ill effects, at least for now, the thinner air affects you too. Each move demands more from your body, forcing you to rely more on your machine parts. Every movement becomes a calculated dance, aided by the pulsating energy coursing through your Rider armor. Determination fuels each stride as you defy the raging tempest, inching closer to the storm's turbulent apex.
