Once given the orders, Dmitry nodded to himself and banked away from the Intruder's bearings to circle around and search for the other attack helicopters. They were later ID'd, which made him consider the possibility of being hit by one of their air-to-air missiles; sure, he had flares and his skill to dodge his death, but he still had to conserve his munitions and energy for when the fighters and bombers eventually return to the engagement. There was another fighter out to help repel the airborne enemy vehicles, codename Charnel; he looked for it a while until he saw the Panavia Tornado, the jet fighter he quickly recognized from seeing it a few times before. Initially, he didn't feel like communicating with him since he was pretty sure that he could handle himself well, but thinking twice, it would be better if he could at least announce his intentions to avoid any blue-on-blue incidents.

"Charnel, you copy? This's Stalin. I'll engage one of the Panthers and Ka's, the transporters can carry a maximum of 10 grunts. Way too many guests, too little food and drinks, da?"

After that, he felt a little awkward for some reason. The thought nagged him somewhere in the back of his mind while he maneuvered his jet in air to catch up with the rest of the choppers. This time he was descending upon them from their right side to avoid flying at low altitudes that close to base. As he was approaching them, he let the computer on board do some calculations and come with a solution to engage the targets with maximum precision without resorting to his precious rockets or missiles; a target vector came up on the screen that was slowly moving away and in front of the Panther Dmitry decided to take out, so he rolled at a seventeen degree angle to the right and to match the jet's own level indicator with the target prograde vector, he pressed his boot against the pedal and pulled the control stick back to yaw and pitch until he hit the sweet spot.

"Guns." He quickly muttered, instantly squeezing a trigger under his index distal phalange to release a healthy 30mm burst from the internal gun, the lives of eleven or twelve men at the complete mercy of aerodynamics, bullet flight path and a Ukrainian's rather nonchalant gesture. He never took a moment to properly reflect over what he was actually doing, never attempting to dissect the situation and try to put himself in his own victim's position; like most, he copped out by dismissing his targets for people who chose this kind of a lethal life and career, he himself was in as much danger as any of them.

And danger finally arrived. The Ka's didn't quite got the chance to react to the assault as a couple of more able enemies dive down upon Dmitry's Su-35 and Marciano's Tornado. As soon as the computer alerted the pilot of an imminent lock-on, he growled under his breath in frustration and switched the Khibiny-M countermeasures on for a brief amount of time in order to focus on a maneuver to pull out of the chopper engagement and quickly get into a dogfight; he used everything, ailerons, flaps, lifters and the thrust-vectoring capability of the engines to pull up and meet the descending MiG's halfway. He didn't have the chance to try to fire at any of them, but as the two jets were forced to pull up and prevent from crashing into the water, Dmitry then gained altitude advantage over the two fighters after he rolled and leveled with the ground.

"Charnel, I'll chase and keep 'em bitches busy, hit 'em when you have a clear shot! Oh- be a good man and tell me when you fire foxes on 'em, oke?"

But the MiG's were smart. They quickly reacted to the situation, cancelling Dmitry's attack window; forced to give up on his advantage, the Ukrainian started to chase and shake the bandits around him. Forces pushed, pulled and yanked at his body, but he remained undeterred, kept his focus and his patience unbroken.

"Knight One, this is Stalin, Charnel and I've been engaged by bandits, two MiG's, state of the art."