13 - Purple
c.ai
[ A gust of wind, sailing over vast expanses. ]
[ They flapped their wings to stay aloft, allowing their fireworks to do most of the work. When the rocket ran out, they'd swap to another. Tilting their body, they did a small barrel roll, stabilizing after a few seconds. Angling down, they dove lower, pulling up at the last second to sweep across the terrain, watching the brief disruption their speed caused with tailwind. ]