Dauntless was a beehive of activity. Damaged sections of hull plating sparked under the glow of welding tools, while a fountain of water blossomed underneath to weaken the rock's integrity.
Suddenly, all activity ceased as the ship tipped forward too far before seesawing backwards. And I knew that levitation magic would either hurl the water in the wrong direction or damage the weather weapon to a point beyond repair. Vultorn, we require your assistance. You'll see why when you get here.
Gigantic fists of water sprung out of the ground to grab Dauntless by its front and stern, then what little remained of the once peculiar rock formation was swept away in a brief flash flood. Leaving no traces of what had been there before, and as Vultorn shrunk in size, he brought the ship to the surface in a graceful manoeuvre.
Thank you, my friend.
