If Amon had merely been a heavy object falling along a predetermined trajectory, then what these men did would undoubtedly have been very clever. Unfortunately, Amon was not a cannonball with no propulsion, flying purely on inertia, but a living being capable of changing direction and speed at will—and even striking back!
A Navy lieutenant commander who had been insufficiently prepared for this was immediately hit. Even though Amon's strength had doubled, it still could not make up for this particular shortcoming. But that depended on what it was being compared to. Being able to exert several hundred tons of force with every movement was already terrifying enough against enemies at the level of Navy field officers. Not to mention that Amon's body was even harder than Supreme Grade Swords.
A punch struck the lieutenant commander's sole, instantly turning this promising navy elite into someone with "flat feet" unfit for intense running. Amon then swiftly changed its fist into a claw, grabbed the already-collapsed sole, swung the man around like a weapon, and backhandedly hurled him into the other two who had come over to interfere.
While counterattacking, Amon also did its best to correct its disrupted flight path. Since it was faster than anyone else—far faster—those who had been half a step too slow to close in immediately realized that they no longer had any chance of catching up with this monster. Amon had left them all behind!
Thus, Spandine, still on the warship's deck, could only join the officers and sailors in staring in despair as that thing—whatever the hell it was—slammed into the forward deck of the Navy Main Battleship with terrifying momentum!
Although the Navy's main battleships were still primarily made of wood, they also used large amounts of steel components such as iron plates. They