[b][i]Mykhailo Martinez[/i][/b] Mykhailo was going to acknwoledge Fuka, but as the SAM missiles came for him, all he was able to say was, "Wilco!," to indicate that he'd do such from now on, before trying to avoid the missiles and giving the brevity code for his plane's [i]flares[/i] before launching them and causing them to turn the missiles away from his plane. His next words were, "Bandit group coming Hot! Orders, Peacenik?" He waited a moment for Fuka's orders, even as he thirsted for the blood of the enemy pilot seeking a dogfight with him. He could barely restrain the desire for vengeance over the group that had declared themselves to be his squadron's rivals. Instead, he kept to his existing orders until told otherwise; he was eager to take down the enemy 'Ace' and bring down one more plane and thus cement his status as an Ace himself, while bringing down an enemy of the N/UN and its ideals and get one more bit of vengeance for Artemio - Mykhailo chuckled. He knew vengeance was empty. Let the foe believe what they believe; he was letting go of his attachments and obeying the existing orders to keep strafing and pouding ground targets. "Roger, Peacenik," he then followed up with the Brevity Code for his rotary cannon then began filing the hangar with lead as he relied on Flight 2 to cover him. The itch to take the personal challenge from the Strike Eagle with purple trim hadn't left him. But if the foe was as good as he thought they were, then he can wait a little more. Besides, he wanted to prove that if he does win, it was against an enemy who was skilled enough to negate his tech advantage. So he waited. He can wait for as long as it took, for the foe to reach him while he took apart the ones who had employed them. Mykhailo's F-16 turned to strafe the side of the enemy hangar now, even as he noticed the staccato of AA fire spike to reflect the hopes of the foe - Hopes he wished to disappoint. [i]Let go,[/i] he thought. [i]Never stop trying to let go.[/i] [@Damo021][@Smike][@Rhona W][@Finetales][@AvaP]