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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?

He swiftly moved his laser up to the ship, trying his best to take it down, and what better to do it with than a giant space laser?

No sooner had everyone else started firing that Tairloth unleashed her own attack, enveloping most of the Galleon's crew in a large ball of fire.

With two of his passengers disembarked and the third, Aggles, content with staying a-dragonback, the Scholar pushes himself back into the air to avoid the nettling sting of the crew coming to hack at his meaty hands. They even tear his gloves in a few places, he notices in dismay. "Hold tight!" he tells Aggles as he begins to circle around the galleon once more. He draws a mighty breath of biting winter wind and exhales a huge cloud of flame at the same time Tairloth launches her own fireball, though while she is aiming for the crew on the deck, he aims for their sails.

The eyes behind the mask narrowed in a sneering smirk as one of the sailors lunged toward her with his dagger. "Ah, someone who has the galls to dance, I was beginning to think we scared off the wrong chickens after all!" she challenged, her voice tinged with amusement. With a swishing noise she slid the shurikens back in her sleeves and whirled around, unsheating the katana she kept uncouspicously strapped to her back, concealed by the obi sash and the swathe of her hair. The long, sleek blade glinted under the moonlight as she dived toward the green sailor. "Come on, _matey_, show me what you got!"

being in the deck of the galleon and finding herself in a quite hot place at the moment, Umbra quickly rushes under-deck, shielding herself with a glass-like purple magic bubble, looking for any more weaknesses in the galleon, also being on alert for any attack of the party-pirates.

The laser peters out and the cat struggles to hold on and is breathing heavily, drained of both magical and physical energy as he tries to open his bag up to get something out.

The pitched battle on the galleon becomes a bit more complicated as fireballs start flying, taking out several of the charging sailors. But then the next fireball bounces off and back at the boarders, as a green-skinned someone who cannot be mistaken for anything but a mage steps from the rear of the ship and begins to sling their own spells, protecting her people. Unfortunately for her, in protecting her sailors, she isn't able to protect the ship - and a laser beam tears through the side of the galleon, causing it to sink a few more inches in the air. Then the sails are engulfed in flames as well, as the masts begin to catch fire. The ship lists wildly in the air, causing everyone aboard to lose their footing and have to grab for railings to keep from being tossed to the ground.

The pirate fixing to duel Cris suddenly reaches aside, grabbing a bowl of punch off the table nearby and hurling the entire thing directly into her face, before he lunges after it, trying to take advantage of hopefully having blinded her with spiked juice.

Having successfully gotten it open, he fumbles around a bit before grabbing out a blue bottle and gulping it down. His energy seeming to have returned, he switches back to his bow spell and fires a few shots to help out Cris.

The dragon lets out a triumphant roar before realizing that he has comrades aboard that listing vessel. As it lurches drunkenly in the air, the swoops close alongside it, allowing Alfred to jump to his back. Then there's just the matter of getting Umbra back, though he can't see where she went. Needing a moment to recharge his flame, the Scholar swoops alongside the cannon ports, blowing choking black smoke into them.

the ground quakes beheat Umbra's feet. Then everything inclines as the ship begins to sink in the air. She wasn't used to such action and yet she felt thrilled. After grabbing onto the railings, Umbra quickly thinks of a plan to get out, she spots one of the holes in the hulls she blasted before and sees Scholar through it. An idea strikes her. Umbra throws herself into the blast in the hull, air mobility enhanced by gravity magic, trying to gently and gracefully land onto the big green dragon.

Unfortunately for the green pirate, his trick would have worked and indeed incapacitated his opponent had she not been wearing respectively a technological mask that included a visor, and glasses underneath. The punch trickled down her "muzzle" and onto her hair, but the only reaction was an annoyed raise od her eyebrow. "Well that's just rude, I'll have to wash off my hair and kimono when this is over - oh, sorry! Maybe you thought that would make me cry and faint like some of my relatives? Sorry, I have three kids, I'm _used_ to breakfast, lunch and dinner mess" she mocked, before lunging with her katana. "En guarde!"

During the battle in the sky a male black cat of the bombay breed appeared on the table that Grand Duchess de L'hiver was sitting at with the fox child and the white demon. He did not just appear, it was like the cat was always there or was it? It was impossible to tell. It wore a cat sized black and golden mask. On the black part of the mask was an endless and ever changing sea of planets, stars and galaxies. Planets would be created and then snuffed out, gigantic gas clouds would form into stars before they would go supernova and become a black hole. Those blackholes grew to super massive blackholes which would become surrounded by billions of stars, creating galaxies. It was like a timelapse of the entirety of the universe. Beneath the mask was a pair of piercing orange feline eyes.

The cat was sat by the protected glowing rose while he gently licked his right paw before using it to clean the surface of his ear. He seemed completely unaware of what was going on or simply did not care.
((Hope I’m not to late!))

The Galleon rocks wildly, losing more and more stability as the flames grow larger on the masts and the sails begin to crumble into ash and burning embers. The green mage on the deck runs to her comrades, and with a crackling noise, the group vanishes through a rift in reality. Reality does indeed seem quite malleable in this area. But this leaves the sailors who had already begun to assault the party by sliding down ropes abandoned behind, and they redouble their efforts at fighting, realizing they are trapped. Cannon balls go rolling through the side of the hull of the wildly rolling vestle, smashing through the wood and causing even more damage. Unfortuntely, they also crush a buffet table beneath them. With a hiss of concern, the Duchess throws a hand up, and a thick coating of ice grows over the holly branches that had been shielding her and the children.

As the ship began its uncontrolled descent, Tairloth took to the air again to ensure she wouldn't go down with it, but not before attempting to knock most of the defiant sailors off of the ship; with a loud call, what sounded like a thunderclap emmated from her, pushing away anyone in range.

Aggles mocks the pirates and sticks his tongue out. "Nanananna! We wiiiin!"

After blowing smoke into the cannon ports, the Scholar is positioned in just the right spot for Umbra to leap down from a hole in the hull. He tilts his wings to angle his back towards her, so she lands neatly between his shoulder blades with Aggles and Alfred. The dragon lets out a triumphant roar and throws his aerial weight against the side of the ship, flapping as hard as he can, trying to push the galleon a little ways away from the party.

Though partially concealed by the rivulets of punch and steam, what little was visible of Cris's eyes behind the mask sneered even more ominously at the pirate she was battling. "Oh, such a pity! Your merry friends have called themselves out early, when the fun has just begun!" She lashed out with her sword again, a flurry of swings that revealed the accomplished swordswoman. Definitely not what the pirate had expected to fight against!