Safir growled as the radio returned yet more static to her frantic calls. "This is Scout niner-niner We're being att- Gah!" she yelped as the little scout-fly twirled in the air. Tracers flying past and exploding in-front of the ship.

She turned to Hade, the captain, "please tell me there is a gun on this thing somewhere!"

He didn't stop his wild weaving of the stick as he responded, "Light machine gun.. Red button on the right.. side of the stick."

She didn't waste a second, "my aircraft!"

"Your aircra-" he was cut off as Safir shoved the stick forwards as hard as she could. The little aircraft groaning as her vision turned red. There was a loud bang, and the ship veered.

"Clutch!" she shouted, but she didn't need to, Hade's paws were already making the adjustments.

Finally their ship's nose snapped onto that of their opponent. This ornithopter was much larger than theirs and she already already knew it had a gun to match. She smiled regardless, she still much preferred this to turning tail.

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