Lancer was going up against the man who knew how to make dogfighting, no, flying in general seem like a dance, or part of a song, or a routine. They were flowing with one another as if a waltz was playing and they were emulating the beat, dancing around each other. It was a clash of their differences, while Winkoop was an ace emulating the dance of the Waltz, it felt as if Lancer was dancing to the beat of Jazz. The clash continued until they reached the climax of the cacophonous concert-- The climb and chase. As soon as the Devil began to rise, Lancer followed behind, up until he flipped around and began to play chicken with his F14D. It was a life or death situation, Captain Rose jammed his joystick to the far right, stepping on the respective pedal to begin a spin as soon as the smoke trails of the missiles came into sight.
It was not the smartest maneuver to perform in a panic, two missiles skirted past his craft, but two missiles hit a mark, and did their damage. One missile fragmented right into his left wing, technically scalping it and leaving Lancer with half an aileron on the left side. The other, slammed against the tail, taking a one of the upright rudders with it. The plane was in no condition to go for another target. It was taking out Winkoop or crashing and burning at this point.
All Lancer could manager was to get his cockpit antiparallel with Winkoop's in order to aim the 40mm gun right at the cockpit of the man. He wanted to have fun and take this man out on the ground, but there would be no better end than in the sky, it seems. There was a contingency in the case he missed.
Lancer: "I'll take care of her for you. Rest easy old man. You were backed into a corner to fight and you know it."
Lancer began spraying 20mm bursts at the cockpit belonging to Winkoop, if he didn't take him out, he'd take out his electronics making his plane useless and at risk to plummet right into the Earth. That wasn't good enough, he wasn't going to give Winkoop a win in the game of chicken either, he was pointing the nose right at the fuselage of Winkoop's craft. The explosion would take him out. The only escape was his ejection seat, he'd hate to lose his lucky craft, but there is one code that always holds true: The pilot is worth more than the machine.