C172 Counterattack!

"I just have this nagging feeling that something's off..." Han Feng paid no mind to the grass mud horse throwing a tantrum. It had indeed put in a solid day's work and deserved some rest.

"Off? What could possibly be off?" The grass mud horse surveyed the surroundings. All seemed normal, save for the faint scent of blood in the air, but there was no sense of impending danger