"Umm, hiiiii?" The Carriers grip tightened on the top of my head.
Next thing I knew, I became what was probably the first submarine to be launched by an aircraft carrier. The Wo-class had grabbed my leg with her other hand, lifting me clear over her neck-stump before tossing me in an over'head' throw, Chitose barely dodged as I flew through the outer wall at the far side of the warehouse. probably making a neat little Georgia-sized hole on the way out. Luckily there was water to land on outside.
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Chitose POV
I barely dodged as Georgia went flying past my head, the sound of crumpling metal from behind telling me she'd gone clear through the wall. "Take her the hell out Hakone!" I shouted, as the headless Carrier turned towards me and charged, only to be bull-rushed from the side by the named Ri-class, both sent sprawling. Hakone came out straddled on top of the Wo, punching out with her massive arm-rigging once, twice, four times, each hit leaving dents in the Wo's hull. The carrier caught Hakone's right hand on the next strike with her outstretched palm, then grabbed the left as Hakone tried to free her right hand by punching the Wo's arm. Then using her far superior tonnage to curl Hakone's hands back until tearing metal could be heard. Hakone gasped, rolling sideways off the Wo to keep her arms from being torn off, the Wo followed, throwing a punch at her face only to be blocked by Hakone's arm rigging, her fist sank into her plating before stopping, leaving a fist-sized hole when withdrawn. I quickly took advantage of the Wo's turned back and leaped on, trying to immobilize her arms in a submission hold as Hakone recovered. I wasn't quite able to do it, the Wo had a good two feet on me height-wise, and she managed to twist back, grabbing my arm. "This is going to hurt" I realized.
Hakone POV
I recoiled, the enemy ship had left a massive breach in my portside bulkhead, nothing serious. By the time I'd returned to my senses, Chitose-Sama was on the enemy, arms coming up from under the ship's armpits in some maneuver I had to guess was meant to disable. A seaplane tender shouldn't have to defend a heavy-cruiser. I started forwards again as the enemy ship grabbed Chitose-Sama's arm, whipping her like a wet cloth into a support pillar. She broke through it completely and tumbled away as I forced the ship to let her go, firing my 8inch main guns into center mass, the rounds punched into the enemy ship's chest, ruining her prow and forcing her back in a stagger, giving me time to check on Chitose-Sama as I reloaded. I glanced over, Good, she was getting up, now I just had to-
Georgia POV
I ran back into the room just as Hakone's top half left it, backhanded by the Carrier she'd been sent into the left wall, legs dangling as she was sent halfway through head-first. OK, THIS STOPS NOW, I latched on to the Carriers left leg from behind, biting down on the back of her knee with my diamond-hard teeth, puncturing the metal as easily as if I'd been eating an ingot of Abyssal steel, which, in retrospect, I was.
Her left hamstring cut, the Carrier fell, and I quickly used the change in height to grab her right arm as it flung it blindly towards me, I locked my thighs around her upper arm and YANKED her forearm backward with both hands, wrenching her arm the wrong way until the crunching of metal was heard, the arm went limp. The remaining hand, however, managed to find purchase on my face, the Wo SLAMMING me onto the floor next to her as I felt my outer hull pressure quickly start to reach the breaking point, which considering I was rated for 800-foot dives was saying something, then the Wo started to squeeze-
"Get away from her you bitch!" Then Chitose was there, a shard of the Wo's shattered bulkhead in her hand, gripped like a knife. She crashed into the Wo at full-speed, making it let go of my face as she tried to defend herself. I wasn't having any of that, and wrapped my body around the remaining arm as Hakone, getting back into the fight, caught onto the Wo's remaining flailing leg.
"Cut out its boilers! do it, do it NOW!" I screamed. Chitose, barely hesitating, plunged her makeshift knife into the Wo's hull, again and again, and again where the boilers of the ship were probably located, on the seventh stab, the Abyssal suddenly went limp. We waited another two minutes, the silence taken up only by our heavy ragged breathing and the sound of the ocean in the now well-ventilated warehouse. Eventually, I cautiously stood, followed by the others. "T-that was f-friggen intense." I stuttered out.
"Yeah..." Breathed Chitose, looking at her now oil-soaked arm. The makeshift knife still biting into the hull of her hand. She dropped it with a clatter.
"So... check the bodies of capital ships from now on?" The others nodded. "First things first, let's get back to the house and eat some supplies, I think I have stress fractures in my skull now..." Hakone nodded without speaking, one hand cupping her face where she'd been backhanded, a good chunk of her lower nose and upper jaw was pulverized into an oil-soaked mulch. Chitose wasn't doing too hot either, arm tightly clutched against her side where she'd landed after being pitched across the room. We helped each other hobble outside, Hakone in the middle as Chitose and I leaned against the taller girl.
Wo-class are comparatively weak as capital ships go close in, but they are ships with a very large tonnage, and that was a Wo-class basically just throwing its superior tonnage around against 3 other ship-spirits in a cramped warehouse while largely blind, imagine the carnage if it was facing humans, who wouldn't even be able to pierce its skin with most small-arms fire. Another short chapter, but I really consider it to be more like the second half of the previous chapter.