"good don't fire until i tell you i need to confirm their numbers"
"Aye, sir."
PzKpmfLfr 565 Klara wrote:
"It is your life. I see."
he takes a deep breath he was always nervous before these kinds of fights
Her guns were aimed at the shore, ready to adjust at a moments notice. She sipped some tea while waiting for the signal.
queue a massive fireball going up some time two hours after the moon rose that was the signal to begin firing
"Firing," She said in the most composed voice ever, while her guns fired a full salvo. They were quickly reloaded, and she fired a second time.
and surprisingly more importantly hilariously the alpha of the pack ate a shell from her guns turning it into well yeah as he cleans up leaving most of the loot for the people of the surrounding land to collect and take a third for jean bart and a third for azur lane leaving 5 coins for himself "easy as that man i miss having naval artillery on my side"
She waited for further action, taking a nap on on of her turrets.
"hmm waters churnning possibly a water serpent maybe a kraken... but why here?"
"Hmm..." She opened her eyes, sitting up. "Sea monster?"
"possibly i can't tell even with my enhanced eyesight" his eyes were shining bright red he might have sipped on a few werewolves hey a vampires gotta eat somehow right?
She looked around, even sending her scout plane off.
"tentacle off the portside its a krake...." gets picked up screaming wwwhhhhyyyy
"Wha-?" She quickly turned her turrets, while only one fired.
The rest failed to fire. Damned old equipment.
The rest failed to fire. Damned old equipment.
queue five minutes of angry noises and well squid murder?
(This would've been a good action scene, too bad I suck at drawing.)
She spent those five minutes trying to fire her guns. Instead what was left was an angry British woman.
She spent those five minutes trying to fire her guns. Instead what was left was an angry British woman.
(seeing a vampire dude being held by a squid while watching a battleship fight a kraken lol yeah)
"my...everything...hurts"
"my...everything...hurts"
"Lay down. Just rest." She slammed a barrel, which finally fired, missing her by mere inches.
"try turning your guns 45 degrees north then sharply returning them to standby position you might unjam them...i hope ow"
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