Chapter XVII
The dogfight he witnessed as he headed for the surface would stay in his mind for the rest of his life. soon the battle faded out of view as he entered the atmosphere of venom. the other gunship followed after his lead.
The legend of a warrior; Chapter 42: Illusory Peace
But it was exactly what was needed to forge true dogfighters, capable to snipe enemy planes out of the sky not just with missiles, but even with the on-board gun when it was needed.
Battle Stations
"not much experience in dogfighting or anything like that. i'm a racer, not a cop." "good copy, just listen out for my commands and keep her steady." "r-right." lix glanced back at the man.
Wasp's Sting 8
Vaspaja flutters in the swirling tornado of dogfighting bees, raising her hands and commanding her creations. “oh, you’ll be sorry for crossing me when i hatch all those beauties within you-aaah!” a swift strike to her abdomen bends her to the side.
Decommissioned Dormancy
"don't i know it…" the kux'lar's hackles raised, memories of their dogfight with ters and the headache she'd sported after jack had fired a broadside of the ship killing turrets.
Prologue
Mack's feeling of wonder was drowned by gut-wrenching fear as a pair of the red and black colored fighters peeled off from their dogfight and zoomed towards them. "oh, shit, of fuck!"
Twisted Space
First were the external camera feeds, of which she'd only discovered two during the dogfight with ters, those being the primary port and starboard views, but there were so _man_y_!_ the big troop transport had cams everywhere!
A weekend in Ata'Kiru, the final part 3
Magawi's craft was bigger, more cumbersome, but it had a lot more power, and magawi was a superb pilot.for several minutes we rolled in the sky, the dogfight covering miles of land.at one point i streaked up, and came to a halt in mid air,i fired countermeasures
Conflict Storm: Raytheon Skirmish
The vipers and assault ships pressed through the dogfight, intent on striking the latorii fleet with their ordinance.
Black and White
He lived for the dogfight; the moment one mission was over and he'd had his little customary fling planetside, falco was gearing up for the next.
Breaking McCloud Backstage
Fox grunted noncommittally, even if the idea appealed somewhat; there was nothing else to do in peacetime except brush up on his dogfighting skills. "shut up," he said, more tired than sassy. "just please don't yank that thing out of me."
A High-Tailed Bet
If one really looked close, one could make out that little scar under the cheek, the little burn mark that was just under one ear after too close a hit on one of their dogfights.