At the same time, Aiven decisively ordered:
"Forget about Bertram, Vid, Trish, let's break formation and steer clear of that guy!"
"Yes, Captain, sir!"
Sailor Vid and Helmsman Trish cooperated seamlessly to quickly turn the "Storm Horn," avoiding the path of the "Ironclad Hippocampus" charge.
Because it was clear by now, even another round of volleys wouldn't do any harm to this iron-hard sea monster.
Aiven didn't want to risk his own "Storm Horn" to find out just how tough it was!
Besides, this wasn't a national war against an enemy fleet, so there was no need to worry about leaving the battle line and... uh, being sent to a military tribunal.
Whoosh—!
As the battleship turned, Aiven had already pulled out his "Thorned Gold Rose," leaping onto the forecastle to the nearest point to the "Ironclad Hippocampus."
