"Yeah!  Fuck you, Dragon!" she shouted out after it, a racing heart at her small victory "Want some more?!"<br/><br/>Readying the cannon though, it was good to go and-<br/><br/>"Where'd the dragon-ohshit!" she said, and then realized midway through it'd gone down below "Below us!  he's below us!  Defensive maneuvers!"<br/><br/>too late; he was already coming up... and then missed?  Oh, no, no it didn't; she didn't<em>hear</em>it, but she damn well could<em>feel</em>it rip something off the ship.  Judging by the slowing of the ship, she didn't even need to hear Janmorel explain it.  Least the wyrm was leaving quick, fast, and in a hurry...<br/><br/>"Keep us moving." she said, bitterly, into the comm "No point stopping dead if he comes back; least up here we may have the luck of defending ourselves something adequately.  Stoella at the helm, Janmorel do what you can to help the repairs as we move, I want my marines at the battle stations until i say otherwise, and Marek you keep an eye out for that bastard; if he comes back he is<em>not</em>leaving this time, do you understand me?!"<br/><br/>Now came the fun part... waiting...