"Easy! Easy!" Liszt appeared beside Hill and said repeatedly, "Didn't you want some loot, sir? You're about to smash everything to pieces! Sir, pirates don't have that many storage tools. At most, they have a few big chests! Those chests can't withstand a ninth-level spell!"
Hill hesitated as he glanced at the meteors he had summoned from the Astral Plane. Liszt's judgment was probably accurate, so he quickly divided the meteors into two groups before they fell.
There was nothing worth taking from the Japanese pirates anyway. If it was ruined, it was ruined. Only Mazték's side required some care. He remembered they had collected a rather interesting cup.
Come to think of it, the important figures of Faerûn seemed very fond of making a fuss over their own cups. Was it because a drinking cup was the most valuable thing at hand?
As he pondered the mindset of Faerûn's people, Hill used his mental power to direct a small portion of the rapidly falling meteors toward Mazték's pirate ships.
It sounded like a long process, but less than thirty seconds passed before the meteors fell. Even if the pirates noticed the burning stone spheres above their heads, they had no time to flee.
Hill had never seen a magic ship that could react that quickly.
Even the Elves' rapid-response fleets needed several minutes to turn around and change course. Those small, swift vessels could only carry twelve crew members, usually high-level swordsmen and archers. They relied on anything but the ship's power.
Then, amid shrieks and wails, the ships on both sides were smashed apart. The Japanese ships' figureheads were reduced completely to fragments, and clusters of flame appeared across the sea.
Hill looked over in surprise. His Meteorfall was an Earth Law spell, primarily meant to deal with