I've been in a raging furball in an F4U-4 with a quintent of scalps and am extending out, circling to regain my altitude. There's a LOT of red out there, however most of it's lower than me, and in Der Uberhoggen I'm not too concerned about getting boxed in.
As I'm climbing out I see a friendly running hard with three Spits on his six and pilot wounded. I have altitude, so turn that way and enter a shallow dive.
As I close in, I fire off a burst and the trailing Spitfire evaporates. #2 sees me before I can get a shot and breaks off. I let him go. #3 stays on his target, either fixated or he thinks he can finish him off before I'm in range. Finally, just before I have a shot, the Spit pulls up hard. I go after him, and we enter a sharp turning looping/turning fight that eventually ends up on the deck. By this time my flaps are out and after several shallow wingovers finally get around on the Spit. He tries to go vertical again, and I dump flaps the rest of the way and haul my nose up and fire. The Spit's wing pops off and he spins in.
There were a handful of low bandits at the extreme edge of icon range by the time I entered the fight against the spit, so I punch WEP and clear my flaps quick as I can, however none of them followed me when I went against the Spit. Low on gas and ammo I haul out of the engagement area.
Then there was catching shreck and his cherry-picking 262 flatfooted with a full WEP dive from 15k while he was scooting along at 5k trying to chase down another Rook. The best part? He never even saw me coming.
