Above it, an airship lumbered through the sky, fans whirring powerfully on its two pontoons. It was awesome to behold, but the shop was obviously not spry. It moved with the ponderous motions of something very large, and very heavy==even with the weight reduction granted by the medallions.
	Wax was tempted to crush the ship. Push the nails from their mountings, rip the thing apart in a storm of destruction, dumping Suit and his traitorous sister to the frozen ground below. He almost did it.