The captain wants me to deal with the last Sabre.
One of these days I'm going to have a loving brain aneurysm.
I spot the last Saber closing in on me from underneath. While the bandit's climbing at an impressive rate, I still have enough time to spiral around and launch a missile. I do just that.
Normally I would've recovered from my dive to keep my energy advantage, but something inside my head snapped. A funny idea took shape in my mind: I don't have any countermeasures left. What if I just kept going and fired my guns?
I fly straight at him at full throttle, squeezing the trigger as I brought the reticle over his aircraft.