The Red Baron

A Dogfight Ensues

"Shit! Shit we're so fucked! We can't take this red bastard! Do you all even know who the hell The Flying Circus is?!" Someone screamed over the radio, panic heavy in their voice.

Something red dashed over our heads, and gunned down another plane, ripping right through it. The red plane zoomed past, and flew higher into the skies, back up into the clouds. I stared up in awe and terror, realizing I might be facing someone much more skilled than us.

"This guy may be good, but we're better! We can take him on!" Someone on the radio yelled out, voice full of confidence.

"No the fuck we can't! This flying menace has gunned down over forty planes, and he's just begun! He's got the best plane the Axis has to offer!" Michael yelled out in a fit of rage, and in that rage he spun up, got behind an Axis plane, and shot it down. He then jerked his plane left, and shredded through another two.

"Holy shit dude, that was impressive." I congratulated him, as I flew through the air trying to avoid following gunfire. "You sure we can't take this guy? I mean, it's all of us against him and around two other inexperienced pilots."

"Listen, I know I'm being pessimistic about this, but this guy has gunned down more planes in the few weeks he's been flying than most ever will! They call him The Red Baron for a damn good reason!" Michael yelled into the radio.

Then we saw a few brightly painted planes fly overhead. They zoomed past and got behind the red plane, seeming to follow its movement.

"Shit! Now we've got the whole circus after us!" Michael yelped out in anguish, struggling to avoid the raining gunfire from the new planes flying overhead.

"Who the hell is the circus?!" Someone screamed at the radio, worry heavy in their voice.

"Have none of you been keeping up with the enemy!? The Flying Circus! Some of the best planes and pilots Germany has to offer, compiled into a group of five!" Michael shouted, doing risky maneuvers to try losing their sights on him.

While they were being shot at, the five bright planes split, and cornered some poor bastard, toying with him before ending his career short.

I managed to get my way behind a bright blue plane, and opened fire, tearing up their right wing. I then tilted my plane down, and continued barreling to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?! You're getting too close to the ground! Your plane was not built for this!" Michael yelled at me, veering right to avoid the red plane's gunfire zooming at him.