Rising up to 33000ft. The flight leader called out boggies 10 o'clock low. There was a mass of them. 4 engine bombers, a few figher escorts. Quickly noting the lack of escorts, I start scanning above us. No.3 came over the radio "Fighters 11 o'clock high, and a lot of em". Immediately looking to where he called. Seeing the silouhetes of their fighters, something in my stomach sank. We were out numbered. Part of me wanted to turn around and fly to the neutral country, you could see the mountains that act as the boarder, in the distance. Though the thought of Eliza being branded as a wife of a traitor, I couldn't do such a thing. Flight lead started to raise his fighter to gain more altitude, we quickly followed suit. Three out of the 7 flights dove of to engage the bombers. I was glad I wasn't diving, even though last time I claimed 3 bombers, I came close to crashing into one. The fighter swarm above the bombers took note and started diving down onto us. We were at an immediate disadvantage. Without thinking, I banked my fighter into sweeping right turn, to help gain altitude quicker. The other fighters broke flight aswell. Opening the throttle to gain some speed, the 18 cyclinder engine roared to life. Not even 10 seconds later, I was engaged in a battle of life and death. I picked out my target and followed him as he tried to engage a friendly. He must not have seen me, as he took a wide turn in front of me. One burst of the trigger and he was gone. Picking my next target, was easy as they flew straight in front of me. I banked hard and pursued him. As I closed in on him, I knew immediately he was targeting, my buddy Frank. Checking if my 6 was clear, I opened up the trottle to close the gap. Frank was an acrobatic pilot before the war, but once someone got onto his six, he could dodge all he want, but could never figure out how to get rid of em. After a few tight turns and high speed maneuvers later, thanks to Frank's flying. I managed to get sights and fired a few bursts. I managed to get his port wing, immediately Frank's prusuer pulled off and I followed, making sure this guy went down.