mpbt8 ligaya peashooter

In her desperation, the Filipina closed her eyes and held on to the gem-encrusted bracelet with the hand that held her revolver and the gem glowed brightly. The metal plate appeared above her… but started taking a different shape than usual. When she opened her eyes again, her metal plate was no longer a plate but an operational P-26 Peashooter with its engine already running. Ligaya couldn't believe her eyes.

"This is…"

She felt the wing of the plane with her hand, feeling the familiar details of the wing from the cast metal, to the rudder and to every individual bolt that held the machine together. The roar of the Pratt & Whitney engine she knew all too well breathed new life into Ligaya's heart. Her very thoughts were enough to move the machine, weaving it through the falling kitchenware with ease as she held on to it and even dispatching some of them with the plane's twin Browning machine guns. This was her power, she told herself – she controlled this plane. A burning smile stretched over her face. She knew what she had to do.

(Magia, Pacem, Bellum Terarrum, Chapter 8)