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The two young folk cuddling against the Duchess are surrounded by a gentle warmth that seems to exude from her being, the faintest smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, clove and cocoa, riding on the crisp scent of snow. She twitches the skirt of her ballgown, wrapping it a little more tightly around the White Demon to keep him warm, then gently rests a hand on Rosy's head . As a green pirate charges toward the trio, branches of holly abruptly erupt from the ground, creating a thorny cocoon around them, keeping the pirate busy hacking away at the quickly growing plant.

Several green sailors plummet from the ropes, tumbling and rolling in a bruised pile as they are struck by Aggles' spells. But the Galleon is coming around, and as the dragon lifts away with its riders, the first of the cannons roar!

"Looks like I'm gonna have to pull out the BIG GUNS!" He said, trying his hardest to sound cool as he started prepping something big with his staff, his face holding a confident smirk.

As the dragon took flight, Alfred had to hold on to the harness with all his hands to make sure he wasn't thrown off. As he looked down, he got a feeling of vertigo and quickly looked away to focus on the task at hand, drawing a revolver, so as to be ready when boarding the flying galleon.

White Demon tightly closed his eyes, holding at Duchess' dress fabric gently with his hands.
He really wished he could help, but unfortunately it was not possible.

However, staying by the Duchess' side made him feel cozy, the soft smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, clove and cocoa, and the warmth that seemed to be coming off of her.
If it wasn't so chaotic at the moment and he were standing up, he would have fell asleep right then and there.

Blissfully unaware of the ruckus going on - but now a little unnerved over not being able to see her mum - Rosy turned toward the Duchess and mumbled something, nuzzling her hand softly. Then she turned to the White Demon and adressed him with that inintelligible but adorable chatter of hers.

Meanwhile the sailor trying to chop off the holly protecting them would suddenly find the sword swatted from his hands as a shuriken flew through the air. Tklak! - and another one had taken its place between Cris's gloved fingers. "Why you don't take it out with someone your own size?" she challenged.

"Oh dear, HOLD ON!" the dragon roars to his passengers. He banks hard to the left, letting the cannonball whiz past. But his inertia is so great that he can't stop himself from executing a full barrel roll before evening out his flight. He flaps hard to reach the altitude of the galleon and begins to circle it in ever-closer orbits. Finally he manages to line himself up such that he can grab the prow as it bears down on him. The muscles in his forelegs and back all tense as he holds on tight, allowing his passengers to board the galleon by climbing forward down his neck.

Seeing some of the green pirates approach the duchess, the two she was seeming to protect, Na'aiyah quickly jumped up on the back of her mount. With what seemed like nearly no communication, they charged at the enemy and took them out.

White Demon opened his eyes upon hearing Rosy's chatters, so he let go of the Duchess' dress with his one hand to wave at her to acknowledge her, then continued back to grasping at the fabric.

After the aerobatics and rough landing, Alfred was feeling quite giddy as he stepped onto the galleon, but after steadying himself he looked over to see some of the crew running towards him.

He thrust his staff forwards and, from the tip, a giant dark blue laser beam bursts forth with the force of a comet falling down to earth. The slight glimmer of stars can be seen within it, as if he was shooting a piece of space out from his weapon. With all his strength, he moved the laser back, forth, up, down, left, right, trying to hit as many crew members as he can as he cackles loudly.

The little fox girl tilted her head and waved back, smiling at the White Demon. Her fluffy tail swished a little and she shifted her position so as to snuggle both with him and the Duchess, as if she wanted to hug and be hugged at the same time.

The last of the chickens go flapping off into the woods amidst the wind and chaos, bawking in disgruntled voices. Presumably they'll find their way back to their own realities... eventually? One can only hope.

The cannons roar again and again, forcing the dragon and the phoenix sorcerer to dodge to avoid being knocked out of the sky by the heavy balls. Are they tinted red and green? No no, surely that must be a trick of the light and the fires from the cannons. The flood of sailors leaving the ship to attack the party below stops, as the remaining crew rush to the front of the ship to try and overwhelm the party of boarders.

Meanwhile, one of the green pirates is run over by a ferret bear, and another turns to Cris, pulling out a back up dagger with a flourish, spinning it between his fingers as he rushes at her.

with the aid of just a pinch of gravity magic, Umbra is able to consistently stay on the dragon's back, also helping her fellow riders to not fall off in the incredible aerial manouver. Then she stretches her hand out, opening, her arm glowing faintly purple before shooting several dark purple blasts at the galleon and its party-pirates. Once Scholar manages to grip the galleon, she lifs off the gravity magic, boarding the galleon with her companions.

Umbra's purple blasts open up holes in the side of the galleon, and it begins to take on... well, it must be air, right? But there is a certain feeling of sinking slowly creeping over the galleon, as it loses a few inches in the air. Perhaps the loss of hull integrity compromises the spell that allows it to fly as well?