As soon as the cockpit was filled with alerts and eerily calm, robotic voices uttering words of warning in Russian, Dmitry spat out the worst curses his brain could muster under the stress and mild panic that hit him in a matter of seconds after he enjoyed the spectacular display two thirds of Eagle Flight put out. Pulling and pushing every control surface in all possible directions, the pilot grunted and hiccuped as he felt his body pulled about by invisible forces that had grown dangerously familiar to him as he tried to shake off all lock-ons. He kept trying to look over his shoulder when he had the time, but, he would get a face full of chair instead of a visual on any ground-to-air or air-to-air missiles trailing him; he thought he saw smoke trails littering the air like a paper string, but the alerts just wouldn't cease no matter how hard he tried to shake the foxes off. Multiple pairs of flares dropped from the jet's frame as Dmitry pulled up and, thankfully, at least two alarms stopped assaulting his ears; now, he could understand the jet announcing him about the low altitude and low speed, so, he pushed the thrust forward, resulting in an immediate force pushing the pilot back in his seat as the Su-35 ascended from a dangerous altitude, engines screaming as they pushed the weight of the fighter upwards. The pilot gritted his teeth and squeezed his muscles tight as he could physically feel the heavy mass of his jet as it climbed back to relative safety and by the time he finally recovered, he managed to catch an uncertain glimpse at the radar spotting more bogeys. This was a definite message that he had to become active in the engagement.

Once he finally recovered from the near crash, Dmitry forced the grim thought of death out of the cockpit and launched his Su-35 forwards, determined to kick ass and take names for nearly ruining his very expensive piece of military engineering. As his fighter ripped through the sky, he caught a glimpse of the canopy reflecting the sunlight, offering him a general direction of possible enemies. He then heard Charnel speak through the comms, just as panicked and angry as he was, to which the Ukrainian replied:

"Charnel, Stalin, I didn't die yet. I'm going to kill the [i]koorva[/i] before she does smart things again. I can't get a lock-on, though, that is really not good."

He was prepared to dodge any remaining AA ordnance launched from below and retaliate with his own set of AGMs, but his main focus was to survive and rip the aggressors to pieces. It suddenly became a personal issue for the pilot, fact that gave him drive to commit to the support effort of the ground team.