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Alexander slung the rifle over his shoulder. "But...what's going on? Why on Nirn is Brightwall under siege?" As the soon slowly crept up behind the mountains in the horizon it revealed the state of the battlefield. Smoke rose up from several districts of Brightwall and plenty of buildings were on fire. Troops at the gate were still being pushed back and yet several troops had already landed within the city gates. The majority of the minor vessels had been shot down, but there were still some of them left, dropping more troops or firing upon the city.

And meanwhile the slow, steady, threatening and looming shadows of the Dear Helena and Tytarion became all the more visible...

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Valkyrie looked at the man with the rifle and shook her head. "Maximilian DeRaque", stated Valkyrie. "The man has been trouble ever since... well, ever! I don't have a clue as to why he would attack Brightwall. When the army finds out about what has happened here, they are gonna flog the bastard and hopefully done something they should have done the moment he was born... shoot him right in that smug face of his!"

She looked at her men. "I have managed to gather some vigilantes here to deal with the soldiers roaming the streets. You are most welcome to tag along. It could never hurt to have a spare gun at hand. This battle can still swing in our favour... and I intend to make it happen... at least from where I am standing."

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The doors to the control room burst open and in came the masked rebel, clutching tightly the wounds dealt to the body.

"What the hell?!" exclaimed one of the operators. "It seems we have yet more stowaways! Shoot him! Shoot him!"

Wraith hadn't anticipated that the control room would be guarded. Luck was on the rebel's side however as these weren't the regular steel clad and armed soldiers he had seen in battle. These were fine dressed gentlemen with common flintlock guns... yet again... guns...

One of them managed to get a hit in Wraith's shoulder. The rebel grunted in pain and quickly drew a weapon in return, blasting a round into the soldier's heart and sending him to the wall. Another round killed the operator.

"That's... enough", groaned Wraith and limped to the controls in painful movements. "I will not allow you to... to... gloat... even in death, my dear DeRaque. Your plan of destruction will... end... this day. You crazy man..."

The controls were all set and rigged. They had been operating automatically with their course set straight to Brightwall. The only thing the rebel could do was to release the lock of the automatic controls and grasp the steering wheel.

"Rigged the engines to explode, didn't you?" gasped the rebel as more blood ran out from beneath the scraped helmet. "How... pitiful... pitiful that I must be the one to spoil... your little firework..."

There was still time to engage in full speed before the engines were goners. A new destination formed inside the mind of the rebel. The Dear Helena and Tytarion still hadn't reached the outskirts of the city and Victorius and the remainder of the ships could barely put a dent into the hulls of those monsters.

There was only one thing left to do. Wraith turned on the engines at full strength and launched at full speed after the sister ships.

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"Keep firing!" shouted Victorius.

He wasn't a skillfull shot himself. In fact it was the first time he ever fired a gun. He knew the functions, but he knew little of how to handle it. His shots missed his intended targets with several yards.

The soldiers on deck of the Dear Helena and Tytarion simply laughed at the rebels attempt to bring them down from the skies. They didn't even bother to roll out the Hull-Breakers. They were going to save them for the city.

"Damn you all!" growled the Imperial and finally managed to fire a shot at one of the soldiers.

The bullet however didn't even hit any meat. It simply grazed the pauldron.

At least I hit him, he reflected.

Suddenly there was a roaring sound coming from behind them. Victorius, the captain, the rebels and even the soldiers of DeRaque's army looked in confusion as The Bastard's Edge came thundering through the clouds with a pirate ship still lying dormant on the deck.

"Wraith", mumbled Victorius and smiled.

The Bastard's Edge made a sudden turn and slided in on the Dear Helena's right side with the prow facing the middle of the ship.

Victorius immediately realised what the rebel leader's intention were. "Captain!" he yelled. "Command our fleet to withdraw!"

"What?! But Wraith told us to stop the sisters at any cost!"

Victorius then pointed at The Bastard's Edge, lying there floating in the air sideways, following the sisters like a rifle following its prey.

"I... see", sighed the captain. He then continued to give the visual signal for all ships under his command to withdraw from the battle. "Retreat! And stay as far away from the impact zone as possible!"

The rebel ships withdrew and left the sisters to continue on their course while The Bastard's Edge was still following them. The soldiers aboard the sisters cheered when they saw the pride of Maximilian's armada having returned to the fold, believing that it had scared the rebels away.

Suddenly The Bastard's Edge fired away. The engines rumbled with restrained power and the ship blasted off straight into the middle-section of the Dear Helena to the surprise of the soldiers. It buried itself deep into the hull and continued to dig through the top half of the sister ship, all the way until it reached Tytarion.

The grand ship had skewered both its sisters like a spear through a boar. The force of its engines were so powerful that it managed to push through the air and was able to make the sisters slightly change their course, aiming outside the city.

The soldiers aboard the sisters shouted in confusion and desperation. Was this a part of the plan or was this some new devilry on behalf of either Brightwall's city guard or the rebels? Some of them had died during the impact, while others were desperatly trying to figure a way to get rid off their commander's ship, believing that the incident had been nothing more than a miscalculation or an accident.

But The Bastard's Edge was hooked onto the sisters and continued to drag them with her towards the south-west, out of the city's range. It dragged them through the clouds, even though the sisters' engines were full ablaze and struggled to change their course. Then it happened...

The engines of the greatest of the sisters exploded in a such a terrible sound that it would most likely burst through every ear within reach.Splinters, debris and broken steel were flying away from the burning inferno as the very innards of The Bastard's edge flew out, breaking through both the hulls of its sisters. More explosions followed in an arranged sequence. Every section of The Bastards Edge had been turned into a firepower far more worse than the very destruction of Brightwall itself would have been. The explosions broke the sisters in half and set them on fire. The engines of the two other sisters couldn't take the pressure anymore. They ignited and shortly after exploded themselves, leaving behind only death and destruction in the skies as the clouds were lit up...