He yelled at himself before gripping a red handle to his left. Sky pulled it with all his might, the parachute for his jet deploying. Sky braced himself as his jet was ripped away from where he was. The parachute yanking him with devastating force. The missile Gregory fired, barley missed his back engine. All went silent as a grin formed on Sky's face. He cut the chute by flipping another small switch, his jet recorrecting behind Gregory. Rotary screamed as the same missile that missed Sky hit the back engine, his jet exploding. The joy of it bringing Sky to his senses, the g-force he felt shaken away.