Romeo's relief was palpable as Yellow sliced in behind the Corsair and decoyed the missile off of his six. As she did, he reacted rapidly, slamming the stubby ground-attack jet into a hard bank to the right, dumping lift and speed to roll hard around and reverse course. The Fulcrum on his six had broke hard to avoid the MiG-23 as Natasha had slashed across its' path, and weaved to come onto the tail of the yellow-squadron patterned Flogger. His loop bought him in on the '29's tail, and he flicked his fire selector to GUN and called out over the radio as he pulled the trigger; "Guns, guns, guns". 
The floor beneath his boots vibrated as the Vulcan fired in a brief blurt of firepower, the 20mm shells stitching a line of fire across the rear quarter of the MiG. Then the contact was over, as the MiG rocketed past, and he soared upward, joining on Yellow's wing.
"Yellow, thanks for the save, that was some great flying. I owe you one".