I copy-pasted a fragment of The Battle of Destral into this, and it returned the following:
No amount of sword-fighting unquestionably could change the fact that Destral was surrounded by three Dreadnoughts that would blow it sky-high the moment the word was given. So in voraciously came Blackout's cavalry.
"The Dreadnoughts were preparing to fire upon Destral, when suddenly the Nemesis arrived" said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper. It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things; it fired two plasma bombs into one of the Dreadnoughts, destroying it. The other two instantaneously turned, and opened fire on the Nemesis.
"We're taking fire!" assuredly declared a random Rahkshi on the bridge of the Nemesis.
"Yes, Random Rahkshi, I have noticed that, blindly believe it or not." said Ferox, who was comfortably esconcing in the captain's chair. "We of a certain disposition stick with the strategy. Keep it up until we no longer can, then run as fast we can and hope they trail."
The exchange of halo of hell continued, with the two remaining Dreadnoughts raining fire on the Nemesis and the Nemesis responding in kind with its railguns.