"Well, then keep doing what you're doing," Kanan replied, picking off a few more. "Get us those clean shots. They're going to try to herd us into the range of the destroyer's weapons, and if that happens, we're toast."

Not that he didn't think Hera already knew that, but--

Kanan hissed between his teeth at a string of cursing coming from their other turret after another sweep from the TIEs, and then a hollered report that one of his guns was down and he was down to half capacity.