After taking the brunt of the damage, Nikolai landed on the ship's hull with a resounding thud while panting. He acted to save the ship, but after the fact, countless ways to stop the shell without injuring himself floated in the back of his mind.
"Ryan, hurry and find a way to get us to that fucking island!"
[I'm trying, brother! Give me a second!]
"WE DON'T HAVE A FUCKING SECOND!"
Nikolai shouted as another enormous explosion erupted beside the second transport, sending a huge plume of seawater crashing over its bow.
The two vessels were already struggling to maintain their course, and every passing moment gave the Nosferatu another opportunity to destroy them.
'Tsk...'
He glanced towards his injured arm.
The bleeding had stopped, but the muscles beneath his skin continued trembling. The force of the artillery shell had been far greater than he anticipated, and he wasn't interested in discovering how many more his body could withstand.
'We're still too far away.'
