The Black Angel charged towards the last ironclad ship without looking back, as if a mythical dragon had descended behind it, its roaring breath rolling over the sea, dragging everyone into a scorching Hell, unquenchable even by the pouring rain.
Before long, Ascalon fired again, scorching lines streaked through the burning Hell, delivering the final blow to the ironclad ship.
The remaining pirates witnessed it all, standing dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do.
The Vikings rarely encountered such situations. As followers of Odin, they could issue a deep battle cry even when facing giant bears several meters tall, but right now, they couldn't do anything or think of anything. Absolute fear rendered them unable to react, leaving them to stare blankly at this scene.
Hooks embedded into the deck, and the Black Angel descended.
"Scared stiff?"
