"Sir…we need to do something to the Oriental Crown," Sara urged Richard carefully. She knew that he was deep in thought and didn't want to interrupt him unnecessarily, but the situation was urgent.
Richard turned his attention to Sara. "Oriental Crown will fall before we send out any reinforcements…"
On the screen, the Warthog made a daring maneuver, swooping in for another strafe run against Crimson. But Crimson, unfazed, raised her hands skyward, summoning an array of blood arrows. Thirty massive arrows, each two meters in width and with a radius of fifty centimeters, materialized in the air, glowing with a sinister red hue.
With a swift motion, Crimson directed the blood arrows toward the Warthog. The arrows, infused with her power, shot forward with incredible speed, matching the velocity of missiles. They streaked across the sky, trailing a wake of dark energy.
