C89 The Power of the Rocket

Han Feng's fists were clenched so tightly that they shook, his knuckles blanching from the force. "Ah! Rockets! Rockets!" he yelled, his voice laced with madness. His heart thundered in his chest, frustration boiling over. Why did fate seem to be on its side? Why wouldn't it just die?

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Another volley of ten rockets screamed through the air