Dogfight

You whip your plane around and pull upwards. Your rotary engine genuinely tries to pull you up, but he's a good thousand feet higher. You gain the altitude, but your poor Sop is shuddering at the edge of stall.

As you close, you make out the distinctive bright colors of the Red Baron's flying circus. Crikey, the hun has got himself one of those new DR1 triplanes!

Aforementioned hun nimbly turns on a dime and dives towards you. He passes you off your left at over a hundred miles per hour, close enough for you to make out his handlebar mustache.
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