[h1][center][color=lightcoral]Yuna Xu[/color][/center][/h1]

Yuna pushed her nose down in tandem with the Silent Eagle, sizing up the situation. She knew the F-15 was lighter than her big Sukhoi, and that the pilot would likely try to take advantage of that. But Yuna knew the Flanker better than she knew herself, and she liked to think she knew herself pretty damn well. She knew the [i]Naga Merah[/i]'s limits, and if there was any time to test them, it was now. She followed the F-15 as it dove for the deck, attempting to anticipate its next action but taking an even steeper dive to get below it. Only trouble was, a smart pilot would...

[i][color=lightcoral]Shit,[/color][/i] she thought to herself as her adversary began to pull up sharply, exactly what she was concerned about. Yuna was at risk of an overshoot now, but before she could mentally address that for even another millisecond, the Silent Eagle suddenly spit out chaff and banked hard left. Yuna smiled as she followed the F-15 left, assuming the pilot had gotten spooked and made a mistake. And, well, she was kind of right, but not for the reason she initially thought. Yuna's smile grew wider as the F-15's sudden bank put the Sukhoi in a more advantageous position, but then her smile faded as the enemy aircraft used...a laser???

[color=lightcoral]"What the [b]FUCK[/b] was that?!"[/color] she exclaimed, before noting exactly what it was the laser was shooting at. [color=lightcoral]"Jefe, you fucking..."[/color] she muttered to herself, but she had no time to address the laser or the Sinomexican's arrival any further. She had to wrap this up [i]right now[/i]. As the F-15 rolled inverted and tried to break away, Yuna momentarily cut the power and yanked the stick hard to keep the Silent Eagle in her sights. Once reacquired, she punched the throttle to give chase. With the F-15 further away, Yuna could now fully enact her master plan: Operation I Have More Missiles Than You.

[color=lightcoral]"Party's over,"[/color] she said calmly, as her missile lock turned into a solid tone and she let an R-73E rip with an accompanying [color=lightcoral]"Fox Two"[/color]. But rather than break off, she stayed on the F-15, keeping that sweet solid tone going as she ripped not one, but two more R-73Es out (with attendant "Fox Two"s) in rapid succession after the first. [color=lightcoral][i]Dodge that, bitch.[/i][/color]

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