I grunt as my engines take some damage. I could fly, but not too quickly. Too much and the poor girl could blow. I use my guns to batter the plane of my would-be assailant, trying to get a lock. I see the holographic letters and I let two missiles fly.
I manage to bank out of the missiles, firing the machine gun at the right wing. It's on the verge of falling off.
Crow 9 takes out the final engine of the 130, causing it to lose altitude quicker.
A Yellow hits the fuel tanks of the 130, causing a chain explosion that breaks the tail off. The 130 is down.
"Any Crow that is still alive, retreat, we're done here and we have too much damage on our hands. We're going to celebrate tonight, we did a fine victory."
Crow Squadron retreats back to the base, for repairing.