Viska really was a magical character. Oh, there was absolutely no malice in that statement. Every member of our household was pretty magical anyway; Viska merely counted as one of the more bizarre ones.
She was probably the sort whose roguishness was so intense that she had no heart or conscience, who could calmly raise a middle finger in the face of thousands of troops, then swing a brick and dare anything to fight her. Upon hearing that Older Sister needed cover, and seeing the Fallen Apostle flagship squadron struggling to break free of Senro World, this Rogue immediately rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a nearly four-inch-thick hardcover Bible in one hand, and charged at the enemy. "For the fucking Holy Light!"
If I were the Holy Light, I would rather die here right now. Believe me?
A moment later, Viska realized no one else had followed her—aside from that somewhat dim-witted but exceptionally obedient dragon-goddess girl. So, after getting a faceful of close-defense fire, she dragged the dizzy Lin back in a rush. "Why didn't you keep up?! I'm bursting with fighting spirit here!"
I flung the Rogue aside and nearly snapped, "That's a fleet! There are at least tens of thousands of soldiers aboard! As long as even one survives, they can press the self-destruct button! Are you planning to clear out every crewman on every ship by yourself? Can you use your brain for once?!"
Viska stared blankly at me, then nodded as realization dawned on her. "Oh, right. We're not here to dismantle ships..."
Older Sister's power could prevent the enemy's self-destruct systems from activating properly for a certain period of time. But if we wanted to tow all those ships back intact, we had to ensure that every crewman aboard was killed—or captured. Otherwise, once