[center][h2][color=darkred]Alexandria "Staten Island" Robins[/color][/h2][/center]
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Alex grunted as the rounds from the Ace ripped through the fuselage and canopy of the Harlot, severely damaging her craft. Spots flew across her eyes and gritted her teeth, placing a hand on her now bleeding gut. [color=9e0b0f]“...This is Staten Island, I’ve been hit. Shrapnel wounds, nothing more.”[/color] Alex looked back over her shoulder to see the Ace still hot on her tail and slowly gaining. With a quick glance to her altimeter, she realized there was only one thing the Harlot could do, that a jet couldn’t do quickly. Slow down.

Alex aggressively throttled back and brought her airspeed down, before slamming the accelerator forward and  pulling back on the stick. The aircraft climbed for a moment, before it began to drop out of the sky like a rock. Then with a practiced hand, she twisted the yoke and purposefully brought the aircraft into a spin. The engine roared to life as the airflow to it was restored and the Harlot screamed off in between the buildings. (Slower example of the “maneuver” [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKIk-dqml6U[/url])

The blonde circled for a moment, taking her time to assess the wound before looking around her surroundings. [color=9e0b0f]“Where are you….you little bastard..”[/color]

Noticing the jet tailing Ken, Alex grumbled to herself before pushing the throttle forward and chasing after the assailant. The Harlot’s engine roared as it slowly began to catch up to JD2 and Alex began to line up her shot. [color=9e0b0f]“Ken, I’m on your six. Gonna see if I can get a shot.”[/color] While keeping an eye on her own tail, Alex carefully aligned herself with JD2 and squeezed the trigger on the stick, sending a large volley of .50 cal and 20mm rounds at the enemy. Flak exploded around her and the aircraft shuddered, but it remained true to it’s pilot’s commands and stayed on target.