'Oh Lord, please let me hold on,' Pierre Martin prayed devoutly. The arrogance he had displayed earlier, when he had been ready to strangle the Bharatiya Battle Group formed entirely by frigates and Clippers, had completely vanished, leaving behind only naked desperation.
Sadly, his prayer was all for nought, because, in the very next moment, the torpedoes arrived like the Devil's bell, shattering the sanctity of the prayer. They cut right through the water beneath the surface, driving straight into the unprotected hulls of the warships, exploding on impact.
"BOOM!"
Mists of water sprayed up into the air, forming a beautiful rainbow for just an instant before it disappeared.
The ships that were hit shook violently, and the water flooded in within seconds, tilting the ship in a few minutes and sinking it entirely in the next.
