This was the end—
Adrenaline coursed through her veins, and as satisfaction and pleasure were about to take over, a cold aura burst forth from the Advance.
It wasn't data or numbers, but rather, a more intuitive battle will, like lightning piercing through space, etching a trace on the forehead's center in her brain.
"Scatter!" roared just as a Fritz-X was severed in two by a cannon shell, almost at the same moment. In an instant, six thick orange tracers penetrated an equal number of incoming guided bombs from above the deck, and as sparks erupted from their breaches, three other Fritz-Xs closing in on the ship's blind spot under the hull were also intercepted. Brilliant explosions illuminated the airspace, with the towering silhouette on the Advance's deck standing out starkly against the flames.
"That is... a MA?"
Freya couldn't help but mutter to herself as she gazed at the figure the size of a small boat.
