He was already moving to the second ship, blood essence manifesting around his hands in concentrating spirals. This time, he didn't use a ranged attack; instead, he flew directly at the ship's hull, his right fist leading, blood essence coating his arm in layers so dense they became visible as a crimson gauntlet extending thirty feet beyond his actual hand.
"Berserk Lord Fist: Heaven-Shattering Impact!"
The punch connected, and the entire airship, a vessel three hundred feet long and weighing thousands of tons, crumpled around the point of impact. Metal shrieked, internal structures collapsed, and the ship folded in on itself like an aluminum can being crushed.
It began falling, trailing smoke and debris, and before it could hit the ground, Jorghan had moved to the third ship.
This one tried to fight back, point-defense turrets tracking his approach, firing streams of energy and solid rounds at rates measured in thousands per second.
