Of course, it was more than possible to attack at least one of those points from a point on the hull of the Rewloola, even if they weren't visible from the deck. Fortunately, the commander of this operation was dumb enough to take a flying leap over the side earlier, and now he's clinging to the side with one hand, both feet, and a dagger wedged in the planks of the hull.

It's doubly fortunate he hung onto his saber, too, as he's now using it to blast away at the hidden weak spots with its magical energy blades. He can only focus one or two at a time dangling thousands of feet in the air above the sea, but when all he has to do is slam them into the target, that's all he needs.

"Athrun! Cecil!" he shouts, hoping his Crystal has chosen this moment to hear his words, as he has no hands free. "Get those morons at the helms moving around the rock! We need all weapons on those weak points!"

Well, if they didn't hear him, hopefully they would figure it out immediately.