So there you are. . . approaching the biggest furball you have seen in weeks. The numbers are even the fight is below you.
The cons of the planes start popping up as they come into range. An La7, a few P51s, a bunch of spits, hurricanes, niks and zeros - even a P38. Then you see the 190s and 109s. Then a typhoon, a 205, and some USN Blue steel. Just about everything has come to the party.
You tighten up the grip on your stick and then make your decision... Sure they all must die, but..
Who dies first?
For me . . its gunna be the tiffy. I have a real affinity to those 4 20s landing that first snapshot and ending a would-be great furball for me all too quickly.