The Hurricane circles menacingly around me several times, but I keep my nose pointing towards him as I spiral up. Before I can get near him, he clears off in the direction of some flak bursts.
When I've gained enough height I head over that way too, and by the time I get there, the same Hurricane is the only aircraft I can see. He mustn't have seen me coming because he flies close across my nose, and I quickly roll in behind him.
By this time I've no cannon ammo left, but I make good shooting with my nose-mounted MGs, which carry a lot more rounds per gun than the RAF fighters.
The Tommy tries to get out of my line of fire in a right-hand turn, but I get plenty of hits.
It's not enough though, so I end up chasing him about the sky and blasting him again when my sights come on. These Hurricanes seem to be able to soak up rifle calibre hits.
At one point the flak joins in on the Tommy's side, and he redoubles his efforts to get away.
He hasn't got the speed for it though and I'm soon closing in again.
After another couple of bursts, the Hurricane stops turning and starts to go down. Got him!
But no, not yet! He settles into a wide, gentry descending turn, trailing smoke but still apparently under control. Thoroughly irritated, I check my tail is clear, then come in fast for another pass.
This time, there'll be no escape, Tommy!
...to be continued!