How the fuck did they do that. Right now there is a hole in my room. It is nothing dangerous, but there is a fire burning in the room. I can feel the heat of the flames, as I pick myself up. It is not strong enough that I need to bother with it immediately. At the moment I have other things to worry about.

The force of the fucking cannon shot was enough to blow me across the room. Just a few more moments and I would have set of the fucking cannons. I was just on the verge of activating the matrix. Then taking this hit would have been worth it. Those cannons would have ripped through the other parties ship.

Well, there is no use crying over spilt milk. Strings of mana spread from my hand, giving me access to the formations. I take a moment to study my ship. Right now, the only major damage is to my formation room.

How the fuck did they manage such a thing. That is a very precise shot. I mean I have heard of such things happening, but all of them have been in stories, mostly being boasts from drunken men. It is the first time that I am seeing something like this happen in real life. The other side has a very good cannonneer. One that would be able to destroy a piece of art like this with a fucking class eight cannon.

As I am taking back control of my ship, I finally link to the sensory formations. As I do so, I can feel the other side charging their cannons. My cannons are fully charged, which is the only reason that I am safe right now. They are scared I will get a shot in.

The only reason that we are not dead is simply due to the fact that the durability of my ship is something that you do not see in other ships. Any other ship in our place would have a completely wrecked formation room and a wrecked formation room means that the ship will become useless.

Another shot to this place and we will still end up in that exact situation. Right now, my fully charged cannons are the only reason that the other side is trying not to shoot me down. If they come within the range of hitting, it will also give me the opportunity to hit them with my cannons.

It might not completely annhilate their ship, but it will render them useless. Right now the other ship is solidly within the range of me shooting but we are right now bobbing up and down, moving with such frequency that I cannot get a shot in. This is a standard practice in airship combat, something that only experienced pilots tend to know. While it is preventing me from shooting them it is also preventing them from shooting at me, thankfully.

With how precise their cannons are I cannot take the risk of letting them come closer to me. That also means that I won't be able to go closer to them to take my shot. At my present position I won't be able to hit them, as long as they maintain the evasive maneuvers.

At the same time, I cannot take the risk of trying to run away from them. The instant that I stop showing the intent of attacking, the other side will be free to shoot their cannon. If the other side takes the second shot, my ship will be ruined.

At the moment I don't know what I am supposed to do. How the fuck did I even end up in this position. In a few moments, I have somehow shifted from being the one with all the advantages to somehow my enemies holding all the cards.

As I am thinking this, the door to the formation room opens up with a bang. It takes me a moment to focus back into this room, but it is trevor. The man is huffing like he had just run a marathon.

"What the fuck is going on here.", the man screams at me. Not that he needs to. Right now I am linked to the sensory enhancing formation. His screams are like thunderclaps.

"Will you cool it. I don't need people screaming at me.", I am growling at him, I realise.

This moment of distraction almost ends in disaster, as my ship lurches to a pause. A few more moments and the other side would have had enough time to let loose on my ship.

"Fine, what is the situation?", he asks. This time he has the good sense to whisper.

(A couple of minutes later.)

I have been explaining to the man opposite me what I have recorded in the log already. There is no point in repeating all that. Anyways, right now we all are stuck in something of a stalemate.

The other side seems to be not particularly confident that he will be able to make the shot unless he is closer to me. During this period, they have been getting further and further away from us. Right now we are about six kilometres from each other.

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The other side will not be able to do any damage to me from that distance, their cannon is not very strong. It's strength is simply not enough to do any real damage to the ship. That is unless they manage to hit the formation room again. If that happens, then a majority of the controls of this ship would be destroyed in the subsequent destruction. (And I don't even want to imagine what would happen to me. I have heard things happen that causes a chill to climb up my spine)

Even now, I can see the wall on the brink of collapse. Trevor is trying to extinguish the flames on it and he has been pretty succesful at it. Most of the flames are out, except a few of the stubborn ones.

Even with that though, the wall is not in a good position. There are cracks all over the thing like a spider web. At the moment it looks like just a tap will make the entire thing fall over. The cracks are large enough that I can use it to look outside. Thankfully, my master's environmental formations are good enough that I do not need to worry about the air in the ship any time soon.

Now that I have a moment of calm, how the fuck did they even manage this. Well, I guess I should explain to you just how hard of a shot that would be. Right now, if my ship can be considered to be an archers target then my room is like an ant on that target. I simply don't know how the fuck it is possible to make such a shot. More importantly what the hell is a man like that doing in such a place. Such men are in pretty high demand.

"Captain, do we have a plan?", he speaks. "We won't be able to hold them off for long like this. What are the chances of us running away."

"Well, I could try and run away from them. But with our enemy having such a precise aim, that is too risky.", I reply. "The same risk applies for trying to engage them in a fight. so what exactly can I do."

"Well, you could try something interesting", he speaks. "Before I discuss it with you, I would like you to shut down the recording. You never know who is looking."

(After about five minutes.)

"That is a fucking crazy plan, trevor.", I speak.

"Well, do you have a better plan at this moment captain. The ship is strong enough. It can handle damage like that.", he speaks. "Right now, this is our only option, captain."

"Well, fuck it. If we do end up crashing. I will be sure to forward all the repair costs to you." I speak. "Are you sure this will work? I have never seen a cannon being used in such a manner. I could achieve something like that but I can't leave this room."

"I have seen it used in such a manner more than once, captain. I know how to make the cannon function exactly as we need it to. I don't even need a fancy spell to do it.", he replies, as cool as a block of ice. Sometimes I wonder just how many missions this man has completed.

"Fuck it, leave now.", is my only reply.

As I steel myself, I look at the other ship. It is still behind us, following us with a steady pace. The way they move me reminds me of a hawk, always looking at you, preparing to strike at the first sign of weakness.

The few times that I tried to slow down, the other side almost seems to charge at us, preparing to get a shot in again.

Well, if what I am planning has to work then I will need all eyes on me, looking at me as closely as possible . I hope the other side is also making use of sensory formations. Well, I am sure that by now trevor must have reached the cannons.

Well, I stop the ship, feeling it grind to a halt under my influence. The reason that I have taken such a risk is to buy a moment for trevor. Right the other side must have to redirect the cannon to my new direction, so I have bought him a few moments. This moment is all I need as I let loose only one of my cannons. To be specific, the light element one.

Well, this thing is going to be in trevors hand. The way that he described it to me was going to be a glint in the sun. He is going to let lose the cannon just a bit, just enough for the cannon to attract the attention of every person on the other ship.

Once that has been done, he will let the cannon go fully which will be enough to blind every person on the other ship. Once that happens is when I am going to enter into action.

Right now I have shut down my sensory formations as well. Otherwise I would also be one of the people that would be blinded. Right now the problem is that while what trevor has described to me seems to be feasible, achieving it would require some level of formation control.

While trevor seemed to be very confident about it, I still have my doubts. The fact that I have to see the result of this fight based on my ordinary senses (Minus my mana sense.) is not helping me in any way.

Fuck, there it is. The cannons shot appears like a bright flash, bright enough that it can be seen through the cracks in my ship.

Screw it, I stop thinking as I aim the ship downwards towards the ground. Every second I am expecting a cannon shot piercing through the room blowing me out of the place. (With the aim the other side had it would have been possible.)

I heave a sigh of relief as the ship enters into the forest below. Now I am sure all you must be confused as to how the soldar plains can have a forest. Well, the mayfires do not tend to cultivate their own lands and they have not cut the forests of their lands for the last few centuries.

This has led to the emergence of a pretty wild and untamed forest to grow in their lands. This very forest is going to be my saviour. Even as I speak, I have entered into this forest and am going through it at my full speed.

Every impact of a tree on my ship is equivalent to having a giant swing at us, but I cannot slow down. After all, we don't know how long the other side is going to remain blinded. I hope it is long enough that I would be able to navigate the ship somewhere safe.