The engagement was under control in Dmitry's perspective, he's got the attention of the two fighters on the big fat Sukhoi flipping in the air like a thin sheet of rice paper. But it seemed that its famous high maneuverability would be soon put to test as the on-board missile alert blared inside the cockpit, Dmitry's first instinct was to release a salvo of flares to ward off the incoming missile; suspecting that it wouldn't be enough to shake off the fox tailing his jet, he pulled the stick hard and tensed his whole body as his fighter plane lowered its nose to plunge towards the waters below, followed by a hard pull to level with the sea once again, coming dangerously close to a stall. The pilot felt the forces push him hard, blood pouring into his brain to the point that he felt a slight headache building quickly somewhere behind his eyes. The G's weren't enough to have him hiccup for air, but he definitely felt a fat elephant comfortably sitting in his lap during the maneuver. He determined the success of his dodging attempt by acknowledging that he was still alive, only noticing the absence of the alarm afterwards; the ordeal was yet to be finished, he still had to fight off two modern MiG's, maybe score another kill.

He realized that he was under his enemy at that point, a very dangerous place to be should the one jet still following him decide to open cannon fire on his expensive fighter ass. He waited no more and pulled diagonally in order to bank to the left and ascend at the same time; he shot his head upwards to try and find who was chasing him and as soon as he realized that one of the MiG's went after Charnel, Dmitry decided to take a potshot at his own target then try to intervene in the other dogfight. He kept his bearing enough to give time to his tail to catch up to him and once he was sure that the bandit was nearby, he killed the thrust in an instant and pushed the nose of the jet down for a few seconds, then pulled back up to align with the passing fighter; he only needed a few more seconds to properly center and match the reticles and unleash his fury.

"Guns, guns, guns." He announced through the comms as he closely tailed the fighter. Then began a quick fight for supremacy, Dmitry doing his best to keep himself locked at the hind of the fighter until he had a clear lock-on tone.

"Fox-three, fox-three!" With the squeeze of a button, a white dart shot from the side, leaving a contrail as it started cruising towards the target. 

He let the AA-12 Adder annoy the fighter and disengaged, not being too confident that it would actually hit its mark, but it would at least keep the bandit busy for enough time for him to engage the MiG chasing Charnel. Dmitry readjusted the direction of his aircraft and darted towards his colleague and as soon as he spotted the two, he immediately fell in to catch the fighter from a sweet angle and rain hell on them.

"Charnel, be advised, I am hitting your bandit, careful on your fox and guns."

Dmitry carefully watched the movement of his fellow Knight to determine when to jump the MiG and once the occasion arrived, he quickly banked and rolled to keep his nose pointed at the assailant and began the harassment.

"Guns." He curtly announced every time he managed to get a lock on their target, having to loop a few times to catch a few more opportunities of engagement; he still didn't know if the other fighter was still in the air, so he remained fully alert and ready to counteract.