The other pilots all laugh at him or yell at him to pull up, get out, bug out, that there’s no way he’ll catch them as he tears after enemy craft, snarling, snapping and biting at their metaphorical heels. Thorin won’t quit – can’t really, though he’d never tell the other Rogues that. There’s just something about ships piloted by anything with horns or white hair that really gets his blood boiling and he’s just not going to let them get away.