The destroyer’s large AA guns tracked Amelia as she wove through the cannonfire all around. And although their gunners knew their tracking was just slightly off, fired where their targeting systems told them to regardless. Precision simply didn’t matter with these weapons.
Their specialized Anti Armor shells burst all around the corvette, and scattered millions of tungsten shards in every direction. Thick black clouds filled the sky as the destroyer filled the air with peacekeeping shrapnel, which ultimately rained down on the streets below.
The Spirit of Amelia was pushed around by the force of the blasts, and peppered relentlessly by the razor-sharp shrapnel. Some bounced off and left mere scratches. Some hit hard and dug deep into her armor. Most bit partway in, and coated her surface by the thousands.
The worst hits struck in between armor plating, and inside their maneuvering thrusters.
She slowed significantly as a result.