I reach cruising altitude when three Foxbats creep up behind me. Two split off, while the third stays. Confused, I radio it in.
"Sky Eye, sighting of Foxbat aircraft, pleas- stuff!"
My plane rocks and several warning lights blink on my console as bullets pound into the starboard side of my Thunderbolt. I look to my right wing with widened eyes.
My right engine is completely gone.
"Phoenix 1-2 declaring a mayday, three bogeys on my tail, one engine down. I, uh, I'm not sure about this."
As the Foxbat on my tail continues to fire, I waggle my wings and bring myself into an Immelmann loop. The Foxbat does the same, but pulls in front of me. I pull the trigger, sending the 30mm rounds into the right engine and right wing. The jet struggles as I continue to fire down the center of the plane pulling away after hitting the roosterpit and seeing the wash of red on the inside of the canopy.
As the jet hits the ground and explodes, I turn back to base.
"Phoenix 1-2 reporting, one down."