Shovels In Spades

Daz's immediate instinct upon seeing the ten warships flying through the air was to see if they could resist or nullify ranged attacks.

He pulled his pistol out from its holster on his waist and aimed his shot. The distance was far, but due to his high Dexterity, Agility and Ingenuity stats, Daz was easily able to hit a target from five hundred meters away with seventy-percent accuracy in normal conditions.

The accuracy sharply declined after the five-hundred-meter mark, but Daz had plenty of bullets, so even if the flying galleons were roughly a mile away, he didn't care.

Unloading the pistol's full magazine, Daz focused carefully and saw that two of the bullets had hit the mark. A large transparent barrier appeared around the vessel that he had aimed at and it turned the bullets into dust the moment they touched it.

Daz reloaded his gun and summoned his clone before tossing the firearm at him. "You might need this later. I'm fairly sure the ships are less dangerous than the people on it are."

"Yes, Original," the clone obediently replied.

"So, what's the plan, Lord?" Crusher asked as she put her hand to her forehead and squinted her eyes. "We gonna wait for them to get here, or what?"

"No. I'm not confident that we have the firepower to take one of those down while the shields are active, but we still need to take the initiative," Daz replied.

Edward gave him a meaningful gaze. "'He who strikes first, wins', or something?"

"Or something," Daz replied emotionlessly.

The young Reaper looked at Rimmy's core and said, "Let's see if those shields are immune to raw physical damage, shall we, Rimmy?"

"Rimmy." Replying calmly, Rimmy raised his hand and manipulated his main body.

The thirty-foot tall giant sprinted across the desert, forcing the sand to fly up into the air.

Daz could see that there were quite a few people on board the warships. He counted forty per, so five-hundred at least if he assumed that there ten below deck operating the galleons.

These men and woman were wearing light clothing and had masks coving their tattooed faces. They all had strange-looking rifles in their hands and they immediately began firing at Rimmy's lumbering figure.

Bullets that had a distinctive and clear blue trail floating behind them peppered Rimmy's main body. Thankfully, however, Rimmy had gained several new skills along with his evolution. One such skill allowed him to ignore these peculiar ammo rounds.