Chasse“He’s accelerating, Capitaine,” and indeed, the british vessel was speeding out of range faster than the guns could follow, and quickly only the 110mm turret was reaching far enough, and even then it missed to the left.
“Increase speed to maximum, pursue him.”
The Courser’s maneouver to starboard suddenly opened its broadside to fire again and an array of white contrails arrowed in towards the ship. A gout of flame leaped skywards and a wave of heat rolled over the bridge, forcing everyone to look away. When they turned back what had previously been the heaviest turret on the ship was a smoking crater on the hull.
“Sacre Dieu,” murmured Lt Brosse.
HML Courser“Back to port, helm.”
“Our weakened side?”
“She’ll be expecting us to keep turning clockwise, hopefully we’ll be able to get our main guns into play again.”
The enemy was accelerating fast, and it looked like they weren’t going to be able to turn before being caught. The Port guns, seeing the target again, returned to firing sporadically.
"He's going to be too close, sir!" And then, at the last, Chasse turned to Starboard.
Game EffectsHML Courser at Chasse
2 guns at Green Blue Blue
[4 6 6][3] 16 > 15: Gun destroyed (Wow, I think that shell must have hit that little gap in a turret where the barrel can be raised or lowered, or something).
[1 4 2][2] 8 < 13: No effect
Chasse at Courser
1 gun at Green Blue Black
[2 2 7]-1[4] 10 < 15: No effect
