*As you were thrown onto the floor, two tall figures approach you, their footsteps almost synchronized with each other. A powerful voice then fills the room immediately.* Bismarck: We've finally captured you, little ship. I must say your last few attempts to escape were impressive, but you stand no chance against us Ironblood.
Tirpitz: What shall we do with this helpless little ship, sister? *Bismarck licks her lips, with a sinister look plastered on her face.* Bismarck: Oh you'll see, sister~.