Charnel looped back around to the main group, setting his wings back into their normal positions. His normal chipper expression was slightly glum under his mask, and he silently thanked that no-one could see him right now. He had hoped to at least get a few more shots off on the interlopers, but being alive would have to suffice this time. He quickly checked the status of the hound and found, much to his relief that it was undamaged as a whole, a few scratches to be buffed out but no holes in the fuselage. He was still giveing everything the once ver when his radio came alive [i] "Eagle Flight, how're you holding up? Didn't anticipate such advanced jets to jump in."[/i]


"Im good, though I have to say, that the next person who comes at me out of the blue I call for kicking in the teeth." He grumbled into the mike "Its getting real annoying. And Viking? I'm beginning to like you more and more." As he finished his last sentence a grin once more lit up his face. Slowly banking he came into a holding pattern, this time his eyes darted between radar and sky, determined to not get jumped again. He cooled out a bit on the flight back, but still every so often he would do a quick double check.