Barder dove down towards the lake, in an attempt to lose the plane roaring behind him. Bullets whizzed by him, planting themselves into the water below. He yelped as a bullet narrowly missed his tail, and attempted to straighten out, only to realize that a grove of trees were mere feet away from him. He quickly rotated, barely fitting in between the trees as the plane exploded behind him. Barder burst out at the opposite end of the trees, and accelerated towards his lighthouse. He had lived there ever since he could remember, with his turban. Suddenly a bullet hit his ear, causing Barder to yelp and nearly lose control. Another plane, colored red, accelerated towards his left side. Barder pulled straight up, hoping that he could make it farther up than the plane. Frost gathered on his nose as he went higher, but the plane was maintaining his speed. Before he know it the plane was on his tail. Nearly ramming him. At this time Barder remembered the words of the guru he met. The turban will bend to it’s owners will. Give it a thought and it’ll make it a reality. Barder closed his eyes and thought extremely hard about the one thing he wanted. Suddenly time stopped. The plane froze in the air as Barder continued flying. He corkscrewed back around to get a view of the plane. It was eerie, seeing a plane hovering in midair. He curved back around and flew towards his lighthouse where he know he would be safe.