Hanna smirked as she watched the insignificant scum fall from the sky into a nearby tower. Yes, these fools had no right being up here, nor would they last a day on the front. What waste of materials, but she supposed that many wars, including her own, were simply that, a waste of material. "People should learn to stay in line....." she muttered to herself as she began to turn her Focke-Wulf around to engage a new target. 

"You see that, scum? Keep trying to climb back up to my level, as it will be all to enjoyable when I kick you back into the dirt! You made a mis-" 

CRACK!

A flak round detonated under the belly of the aircraft, shrapnel and glass flying which way in the cockpit as the aircraft suddenly took a right roll from the impact. The iconic whine of the turboprop engines faltered for a moment as the plane seem to begin gently descending. Hanna was slightly slouched forward in her cockpit, goggles cracked, blood trickling down from the minor lacerations on her head. 

It was then the ground crew knew they had fucked up. 

Suddenly, seemingly despite the smoking engine, that terrifying high pitch whine of the Focke-Wulf flared to life as the plane suddenly nosed dived toward the deck. Rage. Pure, psychotic rage emanated from the cockpit as the aircraft came barreling toward the Anti Air positions the Jersey Devils had thrown up. The nose of the aircraft was alight as hundreds of rounds of hefty 30mm and 20mm cannons roared with fire. The "RedTail" strafed the positions, coming in shocking low and incredibly fast. Like a fast moving trench raider, the plane weaved from "cover" to cover, letting loose deadly barrages at every AA position in its path. 

"You think a moment of cleverness will be enough? A taste of a potential victory...? Please... I bathe in victory, I feast upon its fruits and reap its rewards..... You will be erased!" Hanna spoke across open comms for the first time since she had been hit.