In a matter of mere seconds, what would have been a massacre devolved into pure chaos as the fleet under the command of Shinano were at an utter loss as to what to do. Many of the smaller ships were manuevering as best they could to steer clear of the Barrage of paint rounds coming from the small destroyer, and Bayern Class Battleship. No one wanted to take the chance of something nefarious being embedded in the innocuous paint rounds as they came raining down all over the place. Though this caused many of the smaller ships to bang into each other, their Klein Fields sparking, and arcing upon impact. When Ellie's sonic Rounds struck, the chaos became pure bedlam as some of the ships could not shut down their equipment fast enough.<br/><br/>"WHAT!? Yous dare ta defy ya Masta!? Yous pitifoo excuse fer ah Minonion!" Maori shrieked as Bayern blatantly showed the little destroyer such disrespect. Had Maori's Mental Model been on board, The little Island looking woman would have been flailing her arms, and throwing anything not nailed down at Bayern. In the most outlandish, and comedic way possible.  "TRAITOR! MUTIEAR! UAHSLUPER!" Maori declared as she redoubled her firing of Paint rounds at everyone, but half of them were directed towards Bayern now. "THAT'S IT! Yer Fireded! And...And Imma gonna report ya to the Minion's guild! SO DON'T EXPECT A LETTA OF RECOMMENDATION FROM ME!" Maori shouted, moving herself intentionally between Shinano, and the retreating form of Arizona, Suzu, Jean-Bart, Alaska, and Hawaii.<br/><br/>On board Arizona, the ship was completely unresponsive as Suzu, Jean-Bart, and her pets worked to tow her away from the battle ground. Her glyphs were non-existent along her sides, and even her color was dull. Or what color could be seen from Maori's, and Bayern's choice of redecorating. On the top of the No. 2 Turret, Ari was splayed out completely unconscious. She was covered, and splattered in as many colors as Maori, and Bayern. Though something curious was happening as she lay there underneath all that wet paint. The color faded from her flesh, leaving her various hues of Grey. the fullness of her lips, and cheeks began to sink and grow hollow as her hair seemed to lay limp upon the armor of her Turret. The wetness of the paint starting to seep, and soak into the nano-material the formed her Mental model. Breaking it down, and melting it slowly until there was nothing left but a pile of Nano-material mud in the vague outline of a young human woman. Buried within was Ari's core. the glyphs pulsing dimly.