"Ah shoot I'm hit!" Miller shouted,Black smoke belched from his P-47,
Miller was out.
"BANDIT! BANDIT! NINE O' CLOCK!" Devil shouted into the mic.
His F4U Corsair immediately did a split low, dumping the nose down, gaining speed
Carm instinctively dove on the zero, pointing his nose down, surpassing 440 miles per hour
He slid in right on to the Zero's six o' clock position, a perfect envelope for a quick burst.
Only problem, the Zero only has a top speed of 330 mph, and Carm was going way, way faster than it,
He was going to overshoot, and he was going to have to maneuver now to a avoid a collision.
"Ah frick!" Carm shouted, violently turning the nose.
The P-51 zoomed just off of the Zero's wingtip,
Carm dove away, knowing the Zero can't chase you effectively in a dive.
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"Easy kill, easy kill..." Wild West said to himself, eyes narrowing on the gunsight.
"BEHIND YOU!" A frantic call came in
Wild West checked his rear view mirror,
But as he turned his head to look, bright gold tracers zoomed past the canopy.
The shining bullets only missing by inches
Wild West yanked the stick frantically to the side
The Tigercat rolled over, zooming into a crushingly fast right turn
*KRKINCKIG!
The angry scratching and tearing sounds of bullets entering the plane,
He looked out to the side of his cockpit,
A few holes perforated the wing, with white mist belching out
A fuel leak.....
"Get this rat off my six!" Wild West shouted.
"I'm on him!" Simple said through the mic
The menacing figure of the KI-84 in his mirror darted away as simple pulled behind him, giving the Japanese plane a stream of hot lead.
Wild West rolled, and leveled out.
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