Luke cursed inwardly. The four auxiliary wings on his back popped out, and the jets spurted bright white flames.
With a whoosh, the Big Dipper Armor sped up and charged into the tunnel.
Clinks rang out as the metal armor brushed against the cement walls. Even the rushing water behind Luke couldn't drown out the sound.
The Big Dipper Armor used all its tricks as it shot around corners.
At the final turn, to avoid slowing down, Luke braced himself and performed the ultimate technique — the Big Dipper Armor swung around the corner on the metal piping that ran along the wall in what amounted to a leg split in the air.
He dashed forward, regardless of how his crotch felt.
He wouldn't die; he would never be killed by something small like this, but if he got trapped under the base, who knew when he would be able to extricate himself from it.
His time was very valuable, and he certainly didn't want to waste it.