"We're inbound now." "Bout damn time." 6 other Hurricanes arrive to back up the young fox. The 109s stay in a close formation. 'Must be their first fight. Maybe their last too.'
Tails knows the 109 can outrun and outgun his poor old Hurry but in this instance, the enemy planes, all unknowing, fly right across the Hurricane's nose.
'Damn I almost forgot that with the camera I only have 4 of my .30 cals. Eh what the Hell.' Tails squeezes the trigger. .30 calibers shred 2 of the 109s.
"Two down seven to go.".
He pulled the plane round in a five-g turn, he turned to the right. They were always told to turn to the right with the 109 because they had a bad stall characteristic in a right turn. The 109s give chase but losen their turn to avoid a stall. After three rotations Tails gets a firing angle. His bullets hit the thin wing of the 109 and slice them clean off. Suddenly. "DUN DUN DUN DUN. Tails looks behind him and sees a 109 firing deadly 20mm shells at him. He decides to do a bold move.
"Here goes nothing!". Tails shouted and threw his nose skyward. Then slammed his rudder. In effect he stalled his plane and made it dive. His speed goes to 0 and the 109 flies past. His plane recovers and he sure didn't go back to that fight.
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