The players' battleships are full of breaches; many had their bows blown off, severely damaged, though luckily, there were no casualties since they were all virtual machines.
As for Frederick's side, while its firewall was infiltrated by viruses causing several battleships to collapse, it was merely a drop in the bucket, with most of its strength still intact.
The advantage is mine.
With victory assured, his gaze hardened as he launched a final assault to eradicate the remaining resistance.
The first target was the nearly destroyed aircraft carrier, Wildman and Potato felt the escalating pressure aboard, anxiously scrambling around.
Hey, man.
I know you're strong, but I didn't expect you to be this strong.
Can't we just talk it over?
We just want a shortcut through the Atlantic Ocean, that's all.
