Kongo grit her teeth, turbines whining as she rapidly (for a ship) went into reverse. Having had more than enough of that particular annoyance, the battleship back-handed the floatplane as it made to recover from its run, sending shrapnel flying into the rocks of the nearby peninsula as the fuselage exploded against her white knuckles. She covered her face once again as the 500lb bomb took a rather sizeable chunk out of her forearm, once again exposing an underlayer of glistening black metal under her pale hide. She looked up suddenly, eyes widening as a Zuin entered the terminal phase of its dive. New Jersey snarled, watching as a trio of planes came apart under her gaze. The large abyssal dropped to one knee briefly, as Ru-01 quickly interposed herself between the stricken vessel and the Kanmusu planes, some of which passed by close enough to rustle her eternally damp-looking black hair. Ru-10 screamed in pain as a Wildcat, its canopy shattered by shrapnel, corkscrewed into the side of her bridge. The stricken floatplane careened off towards the south as the others began the steep climb characteristic to the beginnings of a dive-bombing run.įighters passed perilously close to the vessels, seeking to outpace the traverse speed of the AA guns with proximity. A third, both lucky and not, began to spiral out of control as one of its pontoons was forcibly detached, having been eviscerated by a twirling, broken wing.
Behind the fighters flew a mix of Avengers, Zuiun, and type 97's, the relatively slow Japanese dive bombers bringing up the rear of the already confusing formation.ģ7mm flack bursts erupted around the planes as the Ru-class's batteries began to find their bearing, and a pair of floatplanes burst apart as the air ignited between them. The battleship finally turned her head towards where the aircraft approached, idly urging her Rigging forward as she did.į4Fs Wildcats and zero fighters soared in, guns ablaze in an almost panicked fury as they tried to outpace the surprised and panicky fire from the Abyssal battleships.
The tell-tale PahputPahputPahput!Pahput! of the guns made Jersey's eyes widen in recognition.
The fire of 12.7mm patterned against the abyssal's hull-like rain, largely ineffectual yet suppressing some of the more exposed AA positions. The treetops of dozens of trees splintered and broke, the leafy greenery crashing towards the ground as they became collateral damage to the mad Iowa class. New Jersey's starboard side erupted in frantic noise as her anti-air emplacements began to fire, 40mm Bofors stitching hurried, ragged lines across the sky.
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