There was a sharp crack like an autogun firing, a small dot appeared in the canopy above him, his panic filled eyes followed the fast, flickering web of cracks and lattices further across the windscreen. It finally gave way with a bang like a tank backfiring, his ears popped with the sudden pressure. He watched in sickenly slow motion as the razor shards flew towards him, then the glass slammed with wind driven force into Captain Jonus's face and air mask. Blood bloomed and blossomed over his skin, wound like red lipped mouths vomited forth his fluid. swiftly freezing blood streaked across him, spattering and splashing accross the equipment and cock pit. His Fury interceptor wasn't designed for such a fast decent and under such titanic strain the cockpit had ruptured. The wind an angry demon roaring and screaming it's hate straight into his brain trying to tear his facial features off. His sense dampner shorting out with the sheer volume and agony suffused him, mind numbing and all consuming. Darkness crept into his vision like a pitch tide as a black out neared.
"NO" she screamed, moments before his plane juddered and groaned, writhing as if in pain, the tortured shriek of metal piercing even the winds' cacophany.
"Emperer's Bowels" he shouted into his mask as hundreds of bolts of violet fire flew past his stricken craft, narrowly missing a second volley from the pursuing fighter. "Frak, Frak, Fraking xenos bastards" . He jerked the controls left as he hit the city's colud cover, pulling up us he did so. A Flash of Green to his right showed the eldar nightwing took his bait. Eyes watering, nose streaming and face covered in ice, frozen blood and glass, his eyes narrowed as he dropped speed and yawed the plane back the way he came. Bursting through the clouds above Krantis like a battered angel, port wing streaming thin scraps of steel. A Drone in his vox alerted him to his auspex, 30 degrees down west. A flickering ball of green trailing twin streams of disrubted air.  It began to jink, and weave, it's flickering intensified until he was looking at three constantly moving xenos craft, the fabric of reality bending around the craft as its speed increased phoenominally.   A quick flick of his thumb disarmed his rockets, he'd never hit the frakker with it's holo fields on anyway. He swithed to guns, two large fixed autocannons hummed from the wings and swivelled in time to his his targeting visor. He began hysterically laughing, like a lunatic pulled from the warp and started screaming the catachism of the xenos at the top of his lungs, static and the ever agry wind answered him as his thumb depressed. Twin linked streams of red, orange, firey death spat from his aircraft, spraying the ever shifting images of his panicing foe The veritable wall of bullets tore through the images;  A hail of green particles poured from one of the images and alongside smoke and wind, whipped flames and bright plasma. Raking his maimed foe from fore to aft, light ripped from it's cockpit out toward it's wings. Fire and violet plasma from it's ammunition gouted up to meet him. A vindictive smile spread across Jonus's face as his mighty but mauled fury blitzed across the skies in a victory roll. "Frakking Eldar, can kiss my emperor blessed ass"

The fury touched down, the metal of the deck, cherry red under its thrusters. Five minutes later, Captain Jonus, climbed from his battered plane. He stood and watched as the deck crews put out the wing fire, servitors rolling forth to collect spilt fuel and salvaged the peeled metal and shatted glass of his cockpit. the "wrath of Jonus" wolud fly again, and again until he met his doom and greeted the emperor on firey wings. he spat a glob of bloody phlegm onto the dead and wipes a soot stained gloves though his jet black hair. "frakking Eldar, Frakking Xenos. Three down today, lets see how I feel tomorrow". As the hanger door hissed closed, the dound of bombing ceased to a merciful whisper.