"What a sheepdog...?" Oh it didn't matter. With a quick burst of speed, Eight pulled away from the group. She was impressed by her gunner. This most definitely was not his first mission. She'd have to buy him a drink later.

Her attention drifted to the radar, which showed that the two had started to break away in pursuit. The element of surprise was on them and it was going to take them time to catch up. Hopefully she could use the ship's overcompensation to her advantage...

A hard left and a barrel roll and the two were bearing down on the ships in pursuit. They were now on course to play a game of chicken... Barrel to barrel, pilot to pilot. The maneuver was risky, but she was counting on her gunner to pull this off.