Air Superiority

Huginn: Did you see the black helicopters? Ostentatious bastards. Eight Hellfires with a striking range of leagues, almost like the Thunderer himself. Stealth AND fire, like Wanderer's brother.

Muninn: You've forgotten. We used to be black dragons, unlimited fire and poison, and stealthy with it. The Storm of Heaven, we were. But ravens, that was what he said, get to perch on his shoulders.

H: (wistfully) But the terror, the fear...

M: (firmly) That's another pantheon, as I recall.

H: As you recall.

M: (fondly) My dear, black helicopters are not half as scary as you are to mortals. Even now.