Merrisol looks over his shoulder with alarm when they end up taking a few hits to the main bodies of their sections... Either that Ace is a mad targetting genius.. or maybe just mad and Merri flew them into a random jag of fire by his lonesome. "Maggie, are you hit?" he asks, just before the wounded Bumblespider bleats out her own very real complaints in the form of smoke and sparks exploding from one half of the piloting controls. Red bulbs begin flickering wildly and the sound of a trapped and rabid ferret chatters up from the radar screen, with dots pulsing disjointedly over its display. "..Carp - our rear doppler antennae's blown out.. I think." He toggles one of the turbine sticks in vain. "And the left prop." Flying blind /and/ lame! And don't forget the charred landing gear. And that FUI devil is still out there, somewhere, with left-side turrets still intact!
The Whiskey Dreamer, of course, appears off their right flank at that moment, raising his flask to them and wagging his finger in mock-sober admonishment. They cannot veer away from the imminent brat-a-tat of his working turret, though Merri puts up some fight, dropping altitude, then taking them through an inside loop trying to shake free. The Ace keeps up, almost as a lazy afterthought, offering Watch Mine! taunts every swoop of the way. Staring at their pursuer sidelong, watching those turrets leading and then locking, Merri breathes deep and then executes a mad maneuver of his own, with the working turbines he has left.
The Bumblider abruptly tumbles to the right, pirouetting in a tight helix that brings the two craft together, with all the effect of an aerial elbow-drop. El Smasho!
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