-Fortunately for you all, there's a rather convenient waypoint on your HUD telling you where to go as you all fly. Quartz is able to turn the Medved and start climbing, though it does take a while... this thing is egregiously slow, yet you still somehow get the feeling that were this real life it would somehow be slower-
-The infoscreen is reporting everything as being perfectly okay-
-Eventually, though, everyone picks up red dots on their radars-
AWACS: Bogies at five kilometres, closing fast. Radar signatures suggest light aeros. Stay cautious.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Eventually you can see them on the horizon. Tiny orange pinpricks, difficult to make out but very much present-
-The fighter squadrons flanking either side of you begin accelerating to meet them head-on, though Oliver doesn't-
-He stays near Quartz's bomber as two or three of the fighters visibly begin breaking off to hit it-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Oliver: [Hey, that's why you've got me, right? Don't worry, I'll take care of them.]
-Quartz can notice Oliver's weirdass starfighter break off from his Medved, trailing towards the incoming fighters-
-Asagi, as everyone closes in on each other at breakneck speed, your Game SenseTM tells you that you're within the range of the Circus now-
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-You only get one Circus at a time, it seems, but it does fire off in response to your first mash-
-The missile travels a short distance away from the Aurora. Then it explodes, and as predicted, eight micromissiles emerge from the remnants, seeking out individual targets amidst the storm of fighters-
-You connect. Quite a bit, actually. In one fell swoop you cleave half of the fighters away-
-In the meanwhile, the fastest-moving fighter approaching Quartz gets drilled right in the face by a missile and detonates as Oliver fires off two smaller, stouter missiles in the direction of the second.-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Quartz: Got quite the name to live up to, I see... -slowly turns the plane towards the appropriate direction, looking around to make sure no one is in the way of the Medved's massive girth-
I'm going to take some more altitude, make sure I'm as far from ground defenses and other fighters as possible. -slowly pitches his plane up, taking stock of of all the dials and other navigations instruments, making sure everything is in order-