Alvarez waggled his hand, rizing to his feet as he hopped down from his perch. He crossed his arms and leaned against the forward landing gear of the Social Credit.
"BAF ships are large, making them easy targets... but tough. A pulse cannon can, easily, strip shields of any fighter... but to follow that up with a triple Razor hit takes... skill." He glanced up at the ship and back down at his 'student'. "Trained BAF know that a Storm is probably one of the most lethal 1-2 punch gunnys out there. Perfectly designed to give them a very... very bad day. A wise BAF commander orders a strategic withdrawl till they can call in heavier support."
He uncoiled from where he stood, shifting on his feet again. "You see, in the Coalition, we don't underestimate our enemies. We analyze them, and we learn what our superiors are trying to teach us. So... next question... muppet... Who is Alvin Katz, and what happened in Ontario?" He smiled, as Boris whacked Williamson again... "Oh... and you should really learn to dodge... Esse."