"Oh yes, it is. Now that you see what we can do, let us talk. From what Xion said before her remote bomber got blown up, we caught you off-guard. So, now that we have an understanding..."
The fighters and bombers disengaged, retreating to a safe distance. Rika tapped her foot.
"We want the medication Smeagle needs. Give it, and we'll leave. Don't...and we'll get angry."
Rika crossed her arms, the Hathor and her remaining escorts forming a protective sheild around the gunboat.
"And this is a fraction of what we have. So, ready to deal?"