Momotaro's eyes widen as two glowing balls rise up in the dark sky, arcing high. She pulls hard right, momentum keeping her going forward as she tries turning away back in the direction of the fleet. At the same time she panics, having been on edge for a while now, and tries killing her momentum by setting her propellers to reverse. Rather than making a full turn, she simply rotates to the right while slowing down on her original course.
It is too late that she notices the fireballs coming down, two blazing meteors that come down and fill her vision seconds before impact. One strikes her on the chest. She feels her armor being rent and torn and ejected as deep parts of her ship self are wrenched into the air from the impact. The second fireball strikes her on the belly, and the pain batters her again as other parts of her structure are ripped straight out and flung into the dark water.
Momotaro is still. She is aware, dimly, that part of her is on fire. If she let it rage out of control it would ignite something. But she does not move. Her mind flails, trying to grasp at thoughts and form an action. But she does not move. Eyes downcast, all she sees is the sea.
