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Green air-sailors cast down ropes and come boiling down to the ground. Some draw their swords and menace the party-goers, providing cover as others of their party race to grab the food off the buffet tables, the decorated trees, one even running away with a chicken held high over his head. The Galleon, meanwhile, swings around, and seems to be trying to line itself up for a broadside with the giant dragon, the most obvious defender of the place.

Meanwhile, the Duchess extends a wordless hand to Cris' child, beckoning her over so that she might be kept safe.

The dragon snorted and pawed at the snowy ground. Trickles of smoke began to waft from his nostrils, and his wings unfurled. "Who is brave enough to take to the skies with me!" he roared, bowing down low so someone (or two, or maybe three!) could climb onto his back.

He preps another shot of his magical bow and, after waiting for it to charge, sends another explosive shot out towards the crashers.

"I will join you!" Alfred called as he climbed onto the back of the dragon and said "By the by, I didn't catch you name? Mine's Alfred" as he looked around to where the airship was.

White Demon noticed a nearby air-sailor, and he reached underneath his blouse to grab his knife.. Only to realize it wasn't there.
He looked down, panicked at the feeling of his knife not being there. He had must have left it behind!

White Demon looked to the Duchess with Cris' child and quickly decided to join them, cuddling up to the Duchess's dress gently with glassy eyes.

'It's been a while since I rode a dragon... So...' He quickly jumped atop Scholar with the best war cry he can muster!

"mh-mh~ we are anonymous indeed Scholar... I was wondering if I could-" but then her words are interrupted by the sudden appearance of the flying Galleon. A sly, excited smile appears on her lips. Several thoughts crossed her head in that instant, taking care of it in her style would be unbecoming in such occasion... but then hears Scholar's proposal and instantly flies on his back "LET'S CRASH THE CRASHERS!" Umbra boasted, breaking her colness for a moment.

Na'aiyah was quick to draw her sword, getting the attention of her little ferret that had decided to run off earlier. It quickly came running back to her feet. Without a warning, it grew in size, into what seemed like a mix between a bear and a ferret, big enough to be ridden, a low growling coming from it. "Well this took a turn quickly."

Tairloth followed quickly behind Scholar, hands glowing with orange flame as she prepared to attack.

"Thank you", Cris murmured, almost soundlessly, as she passed Rosy into the Duchess's arms. She winked reassuringly at the confused baby girl, then turned around, her eyes narrowed behind the mask as she motioned head-on toward the swordmen threatening the other party-goers.

There was something to be told about an unassuming woman in a kimono and a mask walking toward armored pirates as if they had been waving vuvuzuelas and streamers instead of swords. It could just be bravado, of course - but combined with the mask concealing her expression, it lend her appearance a certain ominous quality, almost ghost-like.

"Who would you be, the Raiders of the Lost Turkey?" she taunted, moving closer. And closer. "Wow, such a feat, robbing a banquet of party people... I'm guessing these days it's like the kindergarden level of piracy? How do they say... slow clap?"

The Scholar, now with Alfred, Umbra, and Aggles all mounted upon his broad green back, springs up from his crouch and lopes forward. After several mighty bounds--which would be plenty jarring for his riders--he launches himself upward with a powerful stroke of his wings. There is a rushing sensation, and a feeling that the three left their stomachs on the ground, as he gains altitude swiftly. Thankfully, he is wearing a sort of harness as part of his costume, giving his riders something to hold on to. "Have at thee!" he roared over the wind. His big body made a lee in the wind for Tairloth to fly in--sticking close might be a good tactic for the pair!