Jetting through the air, he takes another shot and misses. The fighter in front of him is still there, bobing and weaving through the canyon, another green stream of laser energy rips out of the two cannons mounted under the wings, another miss and the stream hits the canyon wall and some more rocks tumble from the cliff face, nearly hitting the fighter, "damn!" A sharp corner comes up, the fighter struggles around it, the Night Wing takes the corner easily. "One more pot shot," he thinks to himself, "If this one doesn't hit, then I'm taking bigger measures." One more stream of green fire flies out from under the wings, and it misses, the fighter climbs out of the canyon finally realizing that it won't loose him there, it tries to out run him. The pilot in the Night Wing grins. He catches up to the fighter and bares down on it with a barrage of laser fire, taking off a wing, clipping the hull, shattering the cockpit and igniting the fuel, taking out the fighter. One last swing around and two more bolts that cut through the Ork pilot's parachute and he tumbles into the caynon. "Yes! scratch one enemy." The Night Wing and it's pilot turn around and heads off towards the rest of the fray... { gotta love Eldar } story by Brendan Moore (aka: Bingo Dingo) 1999