My right hand is so amazing that it can make any inanimate objects come to life. Crazy, right? Do you think I’m god? Nah, I'm just a freshman in college with all his problems. However, my brother sucks. He's a selfish prick who wants to see the world burn. Looks like I have to use my power to stop him. That must be really sucks. By the way, my name is Evan. I'm an alien from a planet called Xionezsoqiuvenoririrexunaxiantiqinoverizovadusuruxivurunzezex. Being an alien is also sucks.
Tony continues to pilot his plane and shoots down the alien soldier's plane. So far, the alien soldier's plane just dodged it, not maneuvering to strike back. It seemed the self-torturing ritual was still going on.
"Damn, why didn't the plane go down, even though you've shot it so many times? Several times your shots were right on target." Ete-ete, who was sitting next to Tony, asked.
"That's the engineering prowess of our planet. They can make very tough aircraft." Tony chimed in. He changed his weapon from missile to machine gun. Better save those missiles for later.
However, having just fired a bullet from the muzzle of the plane, the enemy's flying vehicle maneuvered away. Tony then joined the maneuver to chase his enemy. There was a fierce chase. Tony kept firing bullets, but none of them hit the target. The enemy's plane is much more agile. It could make a sharp turn in the air. Tony had a hard time keeping up with him.