Missile
Hearing the mention of a B-Rank Magical Beast, even those who were in the washroom came back and took a seat. They were cursing their luck to actually encounter a B-Rank Magical Beast.
A B-Rank Magical Beast would have already posed a lot of problems for them, and this one was an Aerial type, the most annoying type.
If it were a normal one, then Amber would have finished it off, but even she couldn't do anything in a situation like this. Going out of the plane was purely suicidal since she would experience the terrifying pressure of Crushing, and fighting in that state was near impossible.
Especially against a B-Rank Magical Beast accustomed to this environment.
Fortunately for them, they weren't in a normal aeroplane but an aeroplane of Aethrian Academy. Otherwise, they would have to take a big detour.
[Students! Fasten your seat belts and prepare for impact!]