As I was searching for an old post of mine, I found this topic and remembered I had an interesting dogfight to share. I know, by reviving this topic, I've become a necromancer.
Once upon a time I've decided to jump into my favourite pony. I was patrolling above our bomber base at the altitude of 7km(~22K ft in freedom units) when I noticed a dot closing in, I thought to myself: "Meh, some pony joining in formation with me." Oh how wrong I was. I noticed it when I saw flashes in the prop hub of that small dot. I yanked the stick into my guts to dodge those tennis balls lobbed at me by that 109 K4, but as I dodged those, I almost stalled. I forced an overshoot, tried to go after that K4, but I was too slow to do so. He tried to boom at me again, but I was too maneuverable for him to hit me, so he disengaged and I didnt follow for enemies were close. As I reclimbed to 7km, I thought: "Uff, at least no more enemies here," and as I checked my 6, I saw a small dot slotting in the firing position. I was like: "Aw sh*t, here we go again." I engaged him in rolling scissors. Even though I tried to throw off his aim, he managed to pepper me with his 13mms, fortunately it was nothing serious. As I tangled with him up and down, fast and slow, when I got him in my sights, a Tempest stormed in. With this unexpected help, we forced him to dive away and as I was diving behind the Tempest to cover him, the Tempest blasted that Jerry into oblivion. After regular climbing routine, this time at 9km(~30K ft in freedom units) I was thinking: "Yeah, nothing except TA-152 H1 can challenge my mighty pony up here!" As a regular habit, when I was to happy about my situation, I expected a slap, so I checked my rear hemisphere. Nothing there, everything was nice and clear. Sun was shining, contrail emerging, Merlin purring, so I looked back to the front only to see 2 contrails 1.5km higher, diving in my way. Since no sane German would fly at this altitude when the sky is swarming with P47s and Ponies, I though that they were ponies or jugs. The moment long noses of enemy Doras were flying around me, I started to do chandelle to gain energy advantage. It felt like eternity, trying to turn into them, climb above them and get my guns on them, especially when I was in a disadvantage 1v2. When I tried to hit one, the other one got on my tail. We were swinging at that altitude to and fro, spinning, rolling, tail slipping, barrel rolling, rope'doping, nobody managed to hit anyone. When I finally got sufficient lead on the leader of the Doras, I, thankfully, checked my 6, to see a Schwalbe getting into firing position! I had only fractions of seconds to react, so, knowing that the 262 cannot slow down and follow me through some crazy ass maneuvers, I yanked my stick to the ballz, kicked full right rudder, the pony spinned around like a truly crazy horse and I prayed that the Jerry in that Schwalbe cannot put his nose down quickly enough to hit me with those 4 tennis ball launchers. As I was trying not to vomit my virtual lunch into the virtual cockpit, tracers flew past me, directly in the place where I was mere fractions of a second earlier. I was spinning like mad man, upside down, trying to make this crazy ass horse flying straight again. After many, seemingly eternal seconds, I managed to stabilize the plane and manage to get back into the fight, on the defensive side, again, but I was back nonetheless. With 2 Doras and a Schwalbe after my sexy ass. I have decided to spam the chat for help, but knew, that the help might be too late, I dove to the deck, utilised my high speed roll rate against Doras to force them to break off, because they saw few contrails above our heads. Since I was clear for few seconds, I didnt care for my engine, pushed the throttle fully forward and decided to disappear, since I was running low on fuel, ammo and sweat. I knew the Schwalbe will run me down so I got prepared. As he closed in, I forced an overshoot and watched him go up for another attack. At that moment my heart jumped with relief, as a mighty Jug stormed by my left wing after that daring Schwalbe, blasting from it's 8 brownings. Freedom intensified and I was watching this spectacle with my mouth open. The schwalbe was damaged, Jug and I happy, and when I landed, I couldn't even get my head around what just happened.
This game is just awesome.
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