Kat let out a quick laugh at the notion of compitition. "Ten bucks says I don't get a single bullet in my fuselage!" She shot back before tipping Twilight's nose down to follow Scott's dive. She didn't have fancy lock-on missiles, since usually her load was meant to decimate tanks and soft bodies of infantry, but against the freezing waves, the tops of the ships seemed like beacons to her heat-seeking Mavs.

"Fox Three." She reported over the radio as she let loose her third maverick, before pulling up and listening as her missile exploded, tearing the last APC to shreds. Grinning, she was gaining altitude when she heard enemies were retreating. Kat punched the air and yelped with victory, which could be heard over the radio rather clearly. "An' now it's t-" She started to say, only to hear an explosion inland. Tilting her plane to get a better view, Kat saw now the bloom of dirt and smoke over the island.

"Kat reporting in." She responded to the summons, noting with a bit of distress her fuel gauge nearing empty. "Twilight's got about ten minutes of fly-time left. The trip across the sea took a lot out of her, and the combat didn't help. I can scout as I angle for a landing, but that's about it without risking a drop from the sky."