Nykita Aymen looked out across the waters that were still dark for another while longer, almost all of the lights were dimmed or snuffed out entirely to leave the ship entirely in darkness and avoid detection as it had slipped out in the middle of the night from the Eileadoran harbor, "How many ships have you captured, Sofey?" The squirrel asked, keeping both arms clasped at the small of his back while fully dressed in his uniform and weapons belt, missing only the hat that was resting on the corner of his desk, "From one captain to another." He'd say with a smirk at the side of his muzzle as he had asked the serval to his quarters before they were to come upon their target - she did have the most experience in all of this, afterall.
Sofey Eristis knew it was the hour. It was the time; it was the moment. Sofey sat on the Captain's desk, regarding the window, as well, though behind the squirrel. Sofey herself had been smoking, as well. "Dun capture'em, Cap'n," the pirate said to the other "We raid'em, kill most'uh the crew'er take what we want'en scuttle'et down teh the deep sea's embrace." Sofey smirked a little bit at a thought, puffed a little more on her cigarette, and hen said, "Raid'en killin' be two separate loves teh embrace." The serval knew what Nykita was after more than anything else.
Nykita Aymen's tail swished from side to side behind the squirrel in a single fluid motion as he chuckled softly at her suggestion, "I doubt that there will be much there for the taking and..." A pause an idea came to him in mid-sentence, one that turned his smirk into a smile as his gaze cut across the glowing horizon, "...in fact, make sure that the crew takes nothing from that ship. Keep everything there; the guns, the loot or anything else valuable that they find." Turning away from the window, his crimson eyes were the only thing of different color about his silouhette, "You are right about one thing, I have no intention of capturing that ship, it would serve of little purpose if all of them die and the ship sinks though - how would they know who did it unless there are a few left alive that can tell them what they saw?" His plan was to annihilate the crew of that ship, leave a few left alive to tell the tale of what happened on there!
Sofey Eristis shrugged her shoulders up and down and puffed a bit more of that smoke into her lungs as Nykita spoke. There was no denying what the squirrel was trying to prove, and Sofey could get on board with that. It was a time for mayhem and death, not a time for looting and plundering. Sofey could do that. "We dun need sink'et'en can still have'er way with the crew'n make the Sea Goddess red with glee," she said to the other. It was such a calm moment for the two of them, just before the storm. Sofey would take joy in this one, greatly. The Harbinger was well full with riches after the quest with Den Fa.
Nykita Aymen was content to see the serval, who was a very reliable commander despite her tendency towards the most violent of solutions of even the smallest problems, satisfied with his view on how the events on the ship should unfold, turning to look back out to the window again, "I do not need to tell you to not hold back on them." Another smile showed on his muzzle as he found himself chuckling in amusement, "But see if you can try to be extra creative this time around?" The tone of his voice was somewhat hopeful even as he was trying to hold himself back from showing more of his mirth with that question of the dependantly violent woman.
Sofey Eristis shook her head. Sofey was still calm as ever. The cigarette had helped with that, and the woman was content amidst the Captain, himself. This one may have her way about things, though she was calm in the conflict and happy to fight alongside of Nykita and those closest to him. "Ye never seen me be creative... have ye..?" she said to the other, smirking just a little bit. Sofey's dependability violence was only beseeched by how unbelievably sickening of a scene she could leave for others to find. That had been the play all along, and she knew that based on the squirrel's visceral reactions to the slavers and the Tether. "Ye ain't need worry," then added with a nod.
Nykita Aymen's eyes scanned across the horizon once more as it was growing closer and closer towards that moment where the dawn broke, tail flicking sharply this time instead of fluidly swishing behind him, "Please..." He'd murmur and step away from the window, boot giving a soft thud against the floor while his paws unclasped from the small of his back, one of them reaching to pull the hat from the edge of the desk, "...I like being impressed." He smirked towards the serval in an effort to encourage her to be as creative as she could this morning, walking past her to the main deck exit - it was time to begin!
Sofey Eristis's eyes were cast out unto the window as she regarded the sea one last time before the storm. A subtle, small tune was playing in her head. It was reminding her of something, of someone... A sigh; a shake of her head, and the serval was up on her feet following after Nykita. She was prepared, and calm as she moved.
Nocturnal Aymen would be possibly easily found, and then possibly not so easily found on the top deck, near the wheel, at that. Paws resting on the railing while her figure would blend in perfectly with the darkness shrouding them. Not a stitch of color graces her frame, save for the faint glowing green mark of the tree gracing her neck, marking her fae, and the soft purple sheen her eyes now and again took on when the light would hit them, just right.. Another signature, that she was fae. Tails gave a soft, but quiet flicker to and fro against the deck behind her. COiling to rest into a mass of fluff at her feet. She had a fair idea of what was happening.. what was going to happen, what was coming.
Nykita Aymen stepped out onto the deck ahead of Sofey, emerging from his quarters with that wide-brimmed hat donned and one paw resting on the hilt of his longsword - the deck was still devoid of light as per orders, everyone that decided to come along had been told to keep quiet for now and sit tight though with the dawn coming upon them and the appearance of a mast on the horizon towards the island, it was time to start, "Across those waters...!" He'd call out loudly now, glancing up to see the naked Dakota standing at the helm above them all and smiling a little at the sight, "...coming towards us is a ship that had the same choice as we do but unlike them, I do not consider other people as cargo! To transport from one place to another, to peddle people as if they are mere objects!" He never considered doing speeches but this was moreso from his heart now than trying to encourage the crew, "Well, today I shall show them the consequences of their choice! I will show them what happens when there are those of us that will stand up and send a message to the rest of them! And this message will be told not but us... but by their own kind!" The squirrel would turn to the crew as he moved across the deck and in front of those that had gathered, "This is not for plunder or for gain, this is to give them a message to tell to the rest of their kind, to spread word of what they can expect to happen to them if they continue purchasing the lives of other people! So I will take nothing from that ship, nothing but the lives of those that chose to willingly take on others and transport them to places where they will be called slaves. This is what I will do and I leave it to you whether or not you wish to choose to do the same..."
Sofey Eristis's frame emerged not too long after Captain Aymen. Sofey was ready for death to emerge in the night. She'd step out on deck and would take a deep breath, staring left and then right for a moment. She didn't react much as Nykita gave his speech. In fact, she'd leave the area for a second as he did. She didn't need speeches. Sofey was being creative, remember? After he was done, and a few minutes later, the serval would emerge from below deck toting two canons under each of her arms. They were loaded and ready to fire. Silent all the while, her face was completely blank.
Nocturnal Aymen's earws gave a flicker and then a turn as her eyes sought out the general direction Nyk may be indicating. Canting her head a bit, with a faint smirk as he spoke. She'd fofer an almost silent sigh, though she didn't comment further. Instead, eyes sought out Sofey when she came up, eyeing her a moment, watching her. Only to turn away, her back tot he railing while her muzzle rose to seek out the sky.
Raykit had come from below deck. Having spent the night on the Harbinger for a change, just in time to hear words from the captain. Quietly, the dragon would make his way above, a nod given to Sofey and the captain as he passed by. He would keep a close ear on the conversation at hand. Looking over the ships edge. When the captain's speech was over with the dragon would turn to him, a wicked grin across his maw. "Wonderful." is all the dragon would say in response. He had his ideas on what he would do.
The target vessel, the Alamina, was sailing out from Valsheim and back out towards the open waters where the Harbinger lay in wait and at first there was nothing to be concerned about when they saw a ship appearing on the horizon as dawn broke and the light poured over the horizon but it was when the ship did no change course that the captain began to suspect something. Nykita altered their heading so that their remained directly in the past of the oncoming vessel, keeping one arm held up to hold back any fire until the right moment, even going as far as taking a few hits from the forward cannons of the Alamina in order to get the two ships to come crashing together and tangle them together with their decks side-by-side, letting both crews actually be able to see one another eye-to-eye before his arm dropped to give the signal for his crew to get... creative.
Sofey Eristis's carrying of two cannons was odd, and Sofey lowered them down to the ground at some point. Reaching for her pouches, the pirate pulled out her cigarette case and three matches. Calmly, she lit the cigarette, disregarded one of the three matches, and took a drag as the two ships collided with each other. Both of her hands regarded both of the matches, one on one, struck against the sides of the cannon, and then lighting the fuse on the cannons both, and proper, and rushing to leap over from one ship to the other! "Surprise!" said as she aimed two heavy barrels down at gathered men on the deck! The explosions alone would cause some major damage and impact, both to life, but also to ship; she aimed at the masts and helm, as well! Suicidal serval...
BloodTide is going to make but one post, as she has to finish cooking but entirely intends to join in. The chaos drew the snake up from where she had likely been curled up reading some place warm, but just enough to poke her head above deck, massive eyes wide with a mingled fear and excitment. Ears perked and down she would sink, back out of sight but right near the ladder up, head down, hands tented together as her torso sunk into her tail, and her rarely used necromantic magic was tapped into, unlike many in that line of study she could not summon undead from the air, or pull down horrifying tortured souls... but she felt the death below them. All that lay in the deep she reached for, and began to build.
Raykit waited for the Harbiner to eventually catch up with the other ship, then once joined. He would laugh, kneeling down the dragon would start to charge before he would stop for a moment. Watching the serval and her actions. The dragon waited to follow behind then! Change of plans and all, he would follow behind her jumping and wings beating down heavily to carry him over to the next ship. Landing not to far from sofey, the dragon would swing his claws at the nearest unlucky soul. Knocking the individual away with ease. Smoke would start to billow from the dragon's nostril and maw as he gathered his inner fire. Pulling his head back he would roar at the top of his lungs, a challenge to some and a freightening prospect for others.
Nocturnal Aymen turned once more, eyeing the ship that approached, claws gripping the railing when they met and butted into eachother. Gaze danced between the Serval, the dragon.. a soft smile lingering against her maw, and finally, her husband.. Only to arch a brow when she thought she saw the snake she hadn't seen in quite some time now.. Noct'd shake her head lightly as the carnage began. Digits trailed along the railing before she'd, oh so non-chalantly, head down the stairs.. coming to a stop near Nyks side. "Mmmm." Oh, she had ideas.. but.. not.. yet.
There was a mixture of feelings that came from the crew of the Alamina - some where alarmed by their sudden confrontation with this strange ship, others were already drawing their weapons and grinning over to the crew of the Harbinger as if readying to enjoy the carnage that was to come, some readied their own fire arms and even cannons, "You got balls! Bet you'll be remembering them when you're gelded!" Came a shout from the crowded deck, "Come on! Come find your deaths!" That one got a roar of approval from the slaver crew before they spotted Sofey leaping up into the air, "What?" and then, "Look out! She's got cannons!" There was a brief scramble of feet on the deck before the cannons boomed, cmashing through wood and people alike with an explosion that rocked the helm of the Alamina, catching the attention of the enemy crew before it was once more stolen by the dragon suddenly leaping into their midst, "GYAAH!" The puma flew off his feet with his front shirt ripped across the chest and stomach from the claws of the dragon, falling to the deck and clutching at his bleeding chest in a panic as his comrades stooped down to help him as others backed away from the fearsome sight of the roaring dragon. Though Raykit would find the surrounding crew parting to let by a familiar figure - she had no wings of her own but the body was draconic without mistake, powerful and muscled limbs covered in a set of leather armor, close to his own height but of green scales and yellow eyes, answering his roar with a screech.
Nykita Aymen stood back on the deck for now, watching with a content smile as Sofey and Raykit jumped in to get their fill, something he was just about to do when Dakota came up to his side, "...would you be so kind as to help me a little, love?" The squirrel turned to ask her with the most affectionate of smiles, offering a paw to the hybrid and like a gentleman, leading her across the deck before pointing out the back of a distracted figure, "Would you be so kind as to grab hold them? I wish to rip out his heart with my bare hand."
Sofey Eristis's body slunk down into explosions of the cannon. In spite of that, Sofey lost her footing just enough to send her flying. To make that happen, Sofey was able to take the right cannon explosion no issues, in spite of the inevitable ringing of both ears, now! It was the left that didn't hold and her shoulder could be heard popping out of socket as it had so often done before. Backwards the serval would go, into the ground and sliding. A growl was heard, but little else as she rocked the whole boat! Sofey was disoriented and down for one count; shoulder in some serious pain. Luckily, she could fix that.
Raykit grinned as he watched the crew back off and away. He had started to eye each individual, who might be worthy to be brought back and made into something? The dragon couldn't help be confused though when another stepped out of the huddled masses, a wingless dragon at that. Raykit blinked, confused at the sight. Though only for a moment, he found something worth dragging back! Ray would charge the green dragon, moving as quickly as his mass would allow him. Once close enough to the dragon he would leap, throwing his shoulder towards the female dragon in an attempt to knock her down. If she moved, fortunes help those that might be unfortante enough to have been behind her!
Nocturnal Aymen's paw lightly tightened around her husbands whenshe found hers caught by his. Ears gave another flicker as eyes trailed to the individual he had pointed too. An arched brow given.. and a moment of concern for Sofey when she went down before the hybrid simply pressed a kiss against his cheek, and then his lips.. lingering.. long enough for one to take a deep breath. With that, she was off. Each step was silky and soft, sultry almost.. while all the while being nonchalant about the whole situation.. Once her target was in reach.. she'd dip down, refusing to be caught in the face by a punch, let alone the gut by a knife as she'd drop down, sweeping both legs out to the side in an aim to knock the target off his feet. If successful, he'd be grabbed, hauled to his own feet, and held, quite firmly against the womans form. His back to her chest.
The explosions from the twin cannon blasts send a blast of air, splinters and to those that were close enough, blood splatter with shout of alarm coming from the damaged areas with cries of pain from the wounded, "Where is she?! Find her!" She made a nice path across the deck that she slid across, having knocked aside a few of the crew who'd recover and call out, "She is here! Get the bitch!" Half a dozen hands made a grab for the serval, yanking her up and pulling away from the cannons, arms grabbed, dislocated shoulder being pulled on even more as she'd find herself facing an angered monitor lizard, "You think you can fuck with usssss? Fuck off and die!" He'd snarl at her face before swinging down at her with a cutlass! The face-off between the two dragons was enough of a sight to give them some space, the deck splintering slightly beneatn Raykit's feet as he charged the wingless dragoness, who reached out to grab his shoulders and dig her own feet in, claws rendering the wood apart as he slammed into her and made her figure slide back, getting a few screams from behind her from those that were unlucky enough to not get out of the way before Raykit managed to get her slammed to the main mast but then she'd roar in his face, snapping her jaws right at him and hoping for a piece of the big male dragon, "I am going to enjoy taking your wings and wearing them as a cape." She sneered.
Nykita Aymen's tail flicked sharply behind him at the little kiss she gifted him with before watching her body move with that nonchalant step, with all of the chaos being in the backdrop made her seem so much more... above all this, as if walking through a deck filled with bloodshed was just a stroll through the garden - she looked beautiful! Lost in his admiration, he would not be ashamed to admit that he left himself open for a moment in the time she caught the target from behind, though he'd managed to whirl around, "What?! You litt-" Swinging out to slash at her with his curved blade only to be knocked off his feet to the ground before hauled back up, snarling at her with his head turned to glare at the woman, "You bitch! Let go of me!" That was all the words he could get out of before there was a sudden hard jerk to his body and his attention drifted back to his front, noticing Nykita now standing there with one arm lifted, holding a quivering and squirming piece of meat... wait, not just any meat but a heart? Confounded, not even tasting the blood in his mouth, he'd look down to see the hole in his chest where his heart should be, "Thank you, love." The squirrel murred, casually leaning past the dying man in order to lovingly kiss his wife on the lips, still holding the beating heart in his hand.
Sofey Eristis's body was caught amongst a whole bunch of men. Insert inuendo now: seems she could handle all of them, too. When the blade came down, Sofey burst up; an explosion of bodies existed around her as the burly pirate opened up both her arms, shoulders, and did what would be the equivalent of a 14,000 lbs squat-lift! Shoulder would find its way snapped back into place very, very violently. Sofey would actually let out a little yelp of pain at that one! The serval would have to draw blade, and she had an idea... She'd watch Nykita for a split second and nod admiringly. "Sacrifice!" she'd scream aloud and yell like a banshee.
Raykit's form went across the deck as his shoulder went into the dragoness. Instict started to take over in the combat. The roar into his face would cause him to duck his head down as he turned away from the noise. A roar escaping him as well in reponse as the two beast fought. The snapping jaw managing to take a chunk of his cheek off as he turned away, though the wound itself was open blood would not leave its master's body. Feet would dig down into the wood, a fist moving to swing at the dragoness' stomach as she whispered at him, the other claw would seek an opening if the hit connected, seeking out the woman's neck. He'd simply grunt in response, now was not the time to crack wise.
Nocturnal Aymen eyed the heart as her husband pulled it from the mans chest.. she'd offer him a soft, but subtle smile.. returning the kiss he pressed against her lips, lingering in it lightly.. another deep breath was taken then.. as the mans body was let go.. left to slip and fall to the floor of the ship. She had no idea who that was, or why.. but she figured he was someone important at one point. Noct'd turn.. and set her eyes upon a personal target.. studying the way the woman moved as she came closer.. "Anytime, my love." she'd give to Nyk, with a soft purr.
Jamison Marshall finally came up from below the deck, having fallen asleep suddenly. Mouse had no idea how or why, he'd just been suddenly overcome with fatigue, and was asleep until the jolt of the ship ramming the enemy had awoken him. Now that he was prepared, Jami looked at what was going on. Sofey had jumped to the enemy ship...seems some damage had been done. It looked like a lost less destroying the ship was going on than usual though...that left the mouse skeptical. Was he even needed? Jami would look for the captain among the mayhem and, once he found him, would rush over. "Captain, what would you have me do?" he'd ask the man.
The bodies of the sailors exploded up and out from the serval with cries of surprise and alarm, some sent stumbling while while others were clearly lifted from the deck to go head over heels before crashing down onto their comrades to leave Sofey standing at the epicenter of the 'personsplosion' with those laying around her looking at her with shock - what kind of freak was she?! Then there was a shout from where Raykit was now choking the green dragoness against the sturdy wood, whose bravado began to fade as quickly as the air from her legs, jaws parking with a struggled gasp of breath before the hands at his shoulders went for his wrist in an effort to free herself before the fear truly began to creep into her yellow eyes, "Don't give up now! Get them!" Came a rallying cry from the crowds and seemed to do the trick as another roar rose up from Alamina crew as the one rallying them pointed out to the ones attacking them in an effor to boost moral and counter-attack, "Take them down! Don't giv-ghaa! What the Hell is this?!" his cries were very soon cut short with a cry of alarm as his feet were snagged by a rope and he was quickly hauled screaming up above the deck - Nykita had left Dakota after stealing another soft kiss from her cheek and let her focus on her own personal target, scaling the rigging to get above the rallying figure and snag him with a noose around legs, watching the struggling figure hanging in front of him for a moment with the stupified onlookers below them - Nykita's fangs were bared in a wickedly calm smile, longsword in paw as the man held his hands out in a halting motion as if that was going to actually make the squirrel think twice about splitting open the exposed belly and letting the blood and guts spill out onto the horrified crowd below, most of whom scrambled back in a panic as the blood covered their faces, screaming as bits of organs draped around their shoulders and across their arms. Of course, maybe some of the Harbinger crew would not mind the shower of gore! If Jamison had no idea what he needed to do after such a picture, then the squirrel would oblige him, "...make sure they remember today and who we are." Seemed pretty simple!
Sofey Eristis's foot slammed down into the ground below her, at a weak point in the top deck, causing part of a piece of timber to raise upwards and sit perpendicular to the rest of the ship's deck! Sofey reeled forth and grabbed someone who was just getting up amidst her chaotic fling of power. Frame was then sat down on the plank of wood, thus forcing it up into the unfortunate sea otter's rectum and bottom half. He was literally impaled. Sofey leaned in, rubbed his face, kissed his cheek, and then slit his throat; the corpse would end up sitting face-up and outwards, a ghostly sight writhing in pain until death! Sofey then flung her arm outwards, slicing at another creature. There was a trident somewhere... she just knew it.
Raykit's claw continued to grip down onto the woman. His free claw that had landed a blow against her stomach, would repeat. Delivering as many successive blows to her stomach as possible. No grin, or laugh escaping the dragon. He did not take fighting his own kind lightly. Only focused determination was visible on the dragon's visage. When both of the woman's hands would start to pull and put pressure on his wrist. He would grimance, keeping that strong grip against her. With a snort smoke would escape his nostrils before his head would come crashing down upon the dragoness' own head. A loud crack would be heard across the melee as the skulls met. A grunt and quick shake of his own head, the dragon would take that moment then to use that grip to pull the woman down. One of his own feet moving to sweep her, and bring her down so that the slightly larger red dragon would be atop her.
Nocturnal Aymen focused purely on her target., listening to the onslaught around her, enjoying the spatter of raining blood and god only knew what else that would, no doubt, cover part of her frame. Her target was sighted, someone she recogonized.. and thusly, someone she hated... with not a care in the world the hybrid slipped up behind the other and curled her arms around the other sframe whilst the other was busy targeting Sofey.. with a practiced ease, the other being was pulled back, and away from the Serval. Right paw flickered down and pulled across the others waist.. claws teasing against the fur whilst the other was taken by surprise, and was shocked to find the hybrid standing behind her.
Jamison Marshall nodded when the captain told him what to do, but would grimace a little at the carnage he brought upon the enemy crew. If there was any phrase that could describe Nyk in times of battle, it was "barbaric showoff". Thank goodness Frosty wasn't here to see that. Or Aisha...Jami missed Aisha. Now if there was one good thing about being Jami, it was that at times like this, as long as he didn't make his presence or importance blatantly obvious, he somehow managed to just skirt around most of the trouble and remain mostly ignored. Thus, Jami would walk through the battle and seek out any potential "Shadow threats", the kind that could show up out of nowhere and turn the tides. Mouse would eventually find himself standing up near the rear of the ship facing what appeared to be...a priest? It sure looked like a human male in a priest's robes. Priest had a book open and appeared to be preparing a mass buff spell. "Oh no you don't..." the mouse would mutter to himself, smirking. Jami walked toward the priest and decided to toy with him a little while he was in what appeared to be a trance. Jami simply slapped him across the face, hard enough to send him to the floor...and break his concentration. He'd have to start that spell over now, and he couldn't do that unless he got through Jami first. "Look buddy, either you jump ship or I kill you. What'll it be?" the mouse would ask, smirking.
The sight was not what caught the attention of most of the crew but rather it was the sound of a jagged piece of wood being forced through a body like that, organs being torn with blood squirting out as well as crack of bone or two would have Sofey an audience of more than just her immediate flankers, eyes wide with some even losing their food to add to the mess on the ground as she so happily kissed the cheek of the dying victim before whirling around to cut another unfortunate sailor, the woman screaming and falling back as her shoulder and arm began to bleed freely from the gash while she was busy trying to scramble away but there were some acts of bravery, a woman sneaking right up behind the triumphant Sofey with a dagger in hand that was looking to cut across the throat of the serval, "You sick bitch...!" She whispered heatedly, so focused on Sofey that she did not detect the hybrid until she was grabbed, grunting loudly in alarm as she was hoisted up, looking over her shoulder to widen her eyes in fright at the blood covered face of the hybrid holding her - she could even feel the blood rubbing off on her waist before screaming out, "AAH! LET ME GO!" But then another shout arose,"Liza! Liza is down!" The cry came from where Raykit was now ontop of the feebly struggling dragoness, who came crashing down onto the deck with a heavy and creaking thud, eyes having rolled back slightly with her forked tongue hanging out of her slightly parted mouth - brained and choked out, "Run! Get the fuck outta here!" Apparently, she had been the muscle of the crew and seeing her taken down like that had them all scrambling away now, right into the rain of blood that Nykita had created earlier, "Gah! What the....?!" Some of them slipped on the puddles, rubbing their eyes as it poured onto them from above and looked up to see yet another body swinging beside the first, drenching some of the yet unaware sailors in the blood of their disembowled comrade with with a smiling squirrel beside them, crimson eyes almost glowing.
Sofey Eristis's ears were still kind of ringing from using two cannons at the same time, so a normally strong sense of hearing was dulled and she was snuck up on! Sofey felt the blade come up and start to lick at her neck. She struggled backwards with all her might, forcing the blade just the slightest bit away. She dragged her cheek down and through the blade, making sure ti was away from her neck. The pirate whimpered in pain as she fell back onto the attacker, turned heavily, threw a haymaker, and followed up with a slice to the throat! She'd not go down that easily! That's when she saw it laying in a pile of ropes: a trident. She knew it would be here!
Raykit grunted as he landed atop the female dragon. Gathering himself, he would raise both his fist together, bringing them down quickly and heavily upon the dragoness' skull. The dragon would watch his target for a moment making sure he was out for the count before releasing a deep draconic roar of victory. Standing up, he would examine the woman. A wicked grin crossed his features distracted for a moment as the crew started to scatter. As much as he preffered men to women, he considered taking the woman right here in front of the crowd. Wanting to destroy their morale that much more. But no, that was an easy way to get a dagger or worse in the back. Besides, he had better plans for her. With a dragon's soul he could create something he hadn't in such a very long time, a dreaded bloodsword. Turning his attention to the captain he would grunt. A show he wanted then? Great artificats couldn't be created so swiftly, but a show and a few entertaining things could be made. Stepping away from his prize, he would grab the nearest crew running in panic, a feline who already seemed to had suffer a fatal blow to the stomach. Lifting him high above the melee and confusion. Dark spirits whispered to him, and he agreed to their price. A shrine would be made later to them, the claw gripping his victim would dig in drawing blood. While the other grabbed and pulled free a mudane object from his form. This one a bracelet, it was brought against his cheeck and bloodied with his own blood before slammed against the face of his screaming victim. Praying to the dark spirits again, he would pull the braclet away slowly. What was once terrified screams, became the screams of agony from another realm. A green twin of the feline would emerge from the feline's form. His very spirit was crying, the dark spirits Ray prayed to would be visible to naked eye, awful banshees of darknees whirlling around the two. Finally the dragon would rip the object away that outline disappearing and trapped into the new sickley green bracelet. The feline's body the dragon held going limp and cold, shrivelled than what might of once been there. The dragon would release the feline's corpose allowing the sickening plop to hit the ground.
Nocturnal Aymen pulled the womans frame back as Sofey did her thing and then got distracted? She wasn't sure what that was about but she wasn't going to ask! She had the one and only enemy on this ship she cared about.. and that enemy was within her grasp. Noct'd pull back again. "Oh, my darling Linsette.. the same woman who tried to force me into slavery, behind those bars.. and here you are.. within my grasp.." Noct'd give.. her words were quieted, and cold, very cold. "Oh, what will you do now that you don't have the upper hand." the hybrid taunted. Right paw slid down towards the womans pants, and pulled, tugging at the enclsoure till it came loose and fell to her hind feet. She'd slip a p paw up, and along the womans shirt, pulling at it till the fabric began ti tear. rendering her in nothing but a tattered blouse, boots, and her under-garments. All the while Linsette struggled and screamed to get away. The words "I was only doing what I was told to do! Don't do this, No!" were were heard possibly over the shouts and screams of others on the deck. Though, she paid no heed, or mind.. focused purely on the woman in her arms. "Not as strong as I once precieved.. You're still here, captured.. " The hybrid mused lightly, with a soft smirk pulling at her muzzle. Noct moved, leaning against a wall while her left leg moved up to curl and twine around Linsettes legs, the hybrids tails coiled around the womans form and the now free right paw of her own, moved down to grasp and tug at a buried dagger, pulling it free from hre sheath. She'd take a deep breath, scenting the woman against her.. offering a soft purr of delight in response. The daggers hilt was toyed with, with two digits, and fondled, till a very soft click could possibly be heard.. soon enough after, the blade became coated in a thick, green like substance.. sticky, too! Noct'd slide the blade along the cut Sofey possibly made, if one didn't exist, well, she'd make her own. "Enjoy the feeling being able to feel everything, but unable to do a damned thing about it." Noct'd give lightly.. Once the green goo had made contact with blood, and thusly had seeped into the others system, she'd began to stiffen up.. joints locking up, unable to bend, and move, starting with her toes, moving up along her legs to her knees, to her thighs and her hips. Legs solid straight, and unmoveable, while the posion continued its path! Right up to her jaw, in which left Linsettes loud scream was cut short as she lost all control.. The hybrid gave an appreciate nod before letting the womans form going, allowing it to slump down against the deck in an almost comical manner. Hybrid moved, cutting free the garments that still carressed Linsettes frame, her pace was quick and seemed rather skilled in such. Once the woman lay naked, Noct flipped her over. Tails pulling free and fanning out behind her, as if a guard of her own making, while she went to work. Nics, Cuts, deeper gashes began to appear along the womans frame, starting with her face down to her chest, and southward. Each time the dagger touched flesh, the blade slipped deeper.. Nothing she did how ever, was a killing stroke. Yet. But Linsette would feel everything as her nerves began to feel like they were on fire. "For all the months, you spent, trying to get me to tell you everything. For all the months you tried to force me behind bars, for everything you did, to the children, and the childrens families." the hybrid murmured as she worked. The boots pulled free, and toes cut loose.. Tossing the toes over board. Noct'd began to cut out her knee caps, putting them aside, and then her belly button. Just slicing off enough to not ruin the art piece completely. Hybrid moved up and took off each finger, eating a few, while the others were tossed over board. ALl the while Linsettes eyes followed her, the pain true and deep, as tears rolled down the others cheeks. Noct'd sit back, looking over the bloodied mess. "Well now, I think that'll make a fine example .. you.. famous among slavers.. such a soft, little toy.." hybrid sighed, pushing to her hind feet.. dusting off her paws. Taking this time to look over the carnage and chaos. She'd nod, and turned away, leaving Linsette to die where she lay. As there'd be no hopes of surviving that posion, in the long run. The hybrid oh so nonchalantly made her way back to the Harbinger...
Jamison Marshall heard the noises around him, but for now he was focused on the Priest. Jami had known some people that could revive someone back from the dead one time over the course of a battle, and for all he knew, this man was one of them. Jami simply watched him seem to mutter something in another language, sounding rather panicked...and then felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Immediately, the mouse's eyes widened and he dove toward the nearby mast just a lightning strike hit a part of the tall wooden structure, likely lighting it on fire. Damn, that was close! he'd think to himself as he whipped the water nearby around the priest, letting it force the guy from behind right toward Jami...who had just pulled out his saber. Priest would find himself impaled on the blade, which would rest within him for a moment before Jami stood, holding his sword such that the priest would slide off of it onto his back as Jami looked toward the rest of the battle...thankfully his angle wasn't one that would allow him to see what Noct was doing, or else he'd likely feel pretty sick to his stomach right now. Jami turned back around, kicked the priest in the head hard for good measure, then headed back toward the carnage. Unnamed victim had a chance of survival...but it wasn't a big one, and this crew would certainly be beyond saving of any kind by the time he awoke, if he didn't bleed out first. Perhaps this priest would be able to tell the tale of the Slaver Hunters that had treated this crew like they were nothing...or whatever he might call Nyk and the crew of the Harbinger. And that was only if the priest survived.
BloodTide is also one of those folks who can make dead bodies stand up and the like, deep beneath the deck since the enemy ship had been sighted the serpent was doing just that. The water would begin to shift, and roll, as from the depths came a monsterous undead construct. Composed of the bits and pieces of sea life, rotting remains of a squid, rib bones from a whale and a skull plate from a coral eating fish, all together it was over twenty feet from crown to tips of the trailing tenticals. The job more rushed then her usual crafting it still had bits of flesh rotting and falling off however strong the base of the behmoth was... and it came to capture a few of the living along with the desctruction of those who would refuse to bend reaching up from the breaking waves to pull its self aboard the target vessal and begin to tangle up scrambling random little crew as far more grasping rotting lengths of tentacles then any normal living squid should ever have both hauled it up onto the ship and made to stuff prisoners into the cage of bone that was its torso. Those who tried to escape, would find the coral crushing jaws making short work of their limbs but leaving them to bleed out, spine neatly in tact.
The rain of blood, the wailing of the banshees, the crying of souls being torn out of their bodies, screams of the dead and dying; there was nowhere to run anymore now that BloodTide emerged with her own horrors unleashed upon the crew of the Alamina! Those that scrambled away from the crazed Sofey found themselves running into the sight of the dying puma being lifted up into the sky by the huge dragon, summoning forth the undead spirits to rip out the very soul of his victim, blanching the faces of the onlookers as they watched their comrade shrivel up and turn into nothing but a corpse as their huge guardian lay unconscious at the feet of Raykit. Though perhaps what they could relate to the most was the torturous death of Linsette, the woman that had been stripped down to lay naked on the deck that was actually warm with the fresh blood that was seeping across it, suffering in muted pain as her body was made to bleed from over a dozen small cuts before her fingers and toes were cut off, knee caps were removed and even her belly button was sliced - it was a nightmare! A pure nightmare! Some of the remaining crew went for the railing away from the Harbinger, intent on saving themselves in the water or anything just to get away from the ghastly sights and horrible fates that awaited them if they stayed onboard the ship. That was when the undead monster rose up from the waters, towering over the edge of the ship and knocking back those that were ready to jump into the water, some of them landed on their asses to stare up in horror at this new beast, "Wha-what? What the fuck is this!?" Screams of terror added to the chaos as some were snagged by the tentacles and put in a bone cage, others just... gave up! Falling to their knees with blank expressions, craddling their heads in their arms and blubbering some prayers no doubt or repeating, "This isn't real... this can't be real..." And then there was laughter! Triumphant laughter to be more specific, coming from the rigging where Nykita had perched to get a good view of the carnage below him, having been fixated on Dakota taking care of old business it would seem, looking curious at first and trying to guess the intetions his love had for the woman before she surprised him! He had never seen her be so... precise in her dkarness! His eyes had widened before the smile grew across his muzzle, thrilled and excited to have witnessed such a display - it was like watching a flower bloom that would only do so at a certain year, on a certain day at a certain time with extremely precise prerequesites having been met. Terror, panic and surrender... this is what he wanted them all to feel! This is exactly what he wanted to drive those who willingly stole the freedom of others to feel! That is why he laughed, drawing some of the blank stares of the remaining survivors, "This is it! This right here!" Fists banged against bone cage that kept them trapped, knees buckled and heads shook in despair, the exact thing he wanted to inflict on them all!
Sofey Eristis's frame didn't seem to mind the dark fish-thing of doom rise up from the water and start to attack the opposing crew. "Save the fuckin' ship!" she yelled aloud to make sure everyone got it. Sofey didn't want to demolish the thing! As she took the life of another, turning to catch her breath while the other choked on her own blood, Sofey kissed the dying femme and rushed for the trident! Yes! With it in hand, another rush, another manuever... She eyed the Captain of the Alamina, a big sea otter. Trident in one hand, blade in another. The wound on Sofey's cheek didn't look too bad, anymore. Odd. "-'Ey... ye need'uh know he stuck with this ship..." she said to him. Sofey's eyes stared down the opposing Sea Captain... Hate.
Raykit stepped on the skull of the corpse he had dropped. A moment taken to add the braclet to his new collective. Returning back to the downed dragoness he would put his foot down on her back. Claws coming to rest on his hip as he took a look at the chaos. He was satisified with his large prize. He'd watch the sea monster, a huff escaping him, "Necromancers are such show offs." he'd state to one of the crew members that had been trying to get the dragoness that was well under back on her feet. He laughed finally, taking a moment to enjoy himself. The crew member just looked up at the dragon in pure horror. Looking down to the little fox, he would grin, "Oh, I intend on making this one..." he spoke pointing down to the dragon, "Into a fine bastard sword." claw came to rest on his chin as he looked at the fox, "You, I might just fuck once, then turn...." claw waiving about, "I don't know...a box?" he'd shrug, grabbing the fox swiftly, who's screaming would be cut off shortly after a swift punch. The dragon would then toss him down onto the dragon. Huffing once more at the giant see monster, "I mean, really? A little over kill to be honest." claws resting at his hip.
Nocturnal Aymen made her way steadily back onto the Harbinger, without another glance back.. give or take to glance at the undead creature Blood had put together. That.. brought a smile to Noct's face.. though in her mind.. they were done here. They ship was intact, the crew scared and ruined.. done, right? A kiss blown to her husband while eyes swept over the crew of the Harbinger.. once she was sure that everyone was alright.. she'd slip into the Captains Quarters with a light purr.
Jamison Marshall watched everything unfold, blinking. Man, he really wasn't needed here, was he? Jami would eye the beast that arose out of the water, wondering just what the fuck it was. All he knew was that it looked morbidly impressive and mysterious, and thankfully it was apparently on their side (as the mouse had no idea it was something Bloodtide created). Mouse would turn and move to head back to the Harbinger as well, honestly having little to no idea what happened or anything. A groan from a body he passed, which was responded to with a boot to the head, then the engineer went back aboard the ship that he had come to call home...and unlikely home, but a home.
BloodTide's creature made sure to finish up behind Noc as the lady made her way back, stuffing its cage full and dismembering those who remained cowering or not! Once the vessal was a fine new ghost ship the creature would carefully lower its self back into the sea with those long tentacles, and swim to the Harbringer. Remaining high enough so the prizes didn't drown, the would be plunked on the deck one at a time then job done it would sink back down to the depths. Tide, exhausted and happy to of been able to show off, would go grab some noms and pass out somewhere warm.
Nykita Aymen would stay the hand of the battle-hungry serval as she stared down the pale-faced captain, placing his own paw on her shoulders in the case she was about to make the big sea otter a big dead sea otter, smirking slightly as he would nod at her to head back to the ship - they were done here, nothing needed to be said to the survivors, merely let them try and recover what was left. With another light laugh, the squirrel would very calmly walk over the bodies to get to the railing, neatly hopping over it back onto the Harbinger.
Sofey Eristis knew it was the hour. It was the time; it was the moment. Sofey sat on the Captain's desk, regarding the window, as well, though behind the squirrel. Sofey herself had been smoking, as well. "Dun capture'em, Cap'n," the pirate said to the other "We raid'em, kill most'uh the crew'er take what we want'en scuttle'et down teh the deep sea's embrace." Sofey smirked a little bit at a thought, puffed a little more on her cigarette, and hen said, "Raid'en killin' be two separate loves teh embrace." The serval knew what Nykita was after more than anything else.
Nykita Aymen's tail swished from side to side behind the squirrel in a single fluid motion as he chuckled softly at her suggestion, "I doubt that there will be much there for the taking and..." A pause an idea came to him in mid-sentence, one that turned his smirk into a smile as his gaze cut across the glowing horizon, "...in fact, make sure that the crew takes nothing from that ship. Keep everything there; the guns, the loot or anything else valuable that they find." Turning away from the window, his crimson eyes were the only thing of different color about his silouhette, "You are right about one thing, I have no intention of capturing that ship, it would serve of little purpose if all of them die and the ship sinks though - how would they know who did it unless there are a few left alive that can tell them what they saw?" His plan was to annihilate the crew of that ship, leave a few left alive to tell the tale of what happened on there!
Sofey Eristis shrugged her shoulders up and down and puffed a bit more of that smoke into her lungs as Nykita spoke. There was no denying what the squirrel was trying to prove, and Sofey could get on board with that. It was a time for mayhem and death, not a time for looting and plundering. Sofey could do that. "We dun need sink'et'en can still have'er way with the crew'n make the Sea Goddess red with glee," she said to the other. It was such a calm moment for the two of them, just before the storm. Sofey would take joy in this one, greatly. The Harbinger was well full with riches after the quest with Den Fa.
Nykita Aymen was content to see the serval, who was a very reliable commander despite her tendency towards the most violent of solutions of even the smallest problems, satisfied with his view on how the events on the ship should unfold, turning to look back out to the window again, "I do not need to tell you to not hold back on them." Another smile showed on his muzzle as he found himself chuckling in amusement, "But see if you can try to be extra creative this time around?" The tone of his voice was somewhat hopeful even as he was trying to hold himself back from showing more of his mirth with that question of the dependantly violent woman.
Sofey Eristis shook her head. Sofey was still calm as ever. The cigarette had helped with that, and the woman was content amidst the Captain, himself. This one may have her way about things, though she was calm in the conflict and happy to fight alongside of Nykita and those closest to him. "Ye never seen me be creative... have ye..?" she said to the other, smirking just a little bit. Sofey's dependability violence was only beseeched by how unbelievably sickening of a scene she could leave for others to find. That had been the play all along, and she knew that based on the squirrel's visceral reactions to the slavers and the Tether. "Ye ain't need worry," then added with a nod.
Nykita Aymen's eyes scanned across the horizon once more as it was growing closer and closer towards that moment where the dawn broke, tail flicking sharply this time instead of fluidly swishing behind him, "Please..." He'd murmur and step away from the window, boot giving a soft thud against the floor while his paws unclasped from the small of his back, one of them reaching to pull the hat from the edge of the desk, "...I like being impressed." He smirked towards the serval in an effort to encourage her to be as creative as she could this morning, walking past her to the main deck exit - it was time to begin!
Sofey Eristis's eyes were cast out unto the window as she regarded the sea one last time before the storm. A subtle, small tune was playing in her head. It was reminding her of something, of someone... A sigh; a shake of her head, and the serval was up on her feet following after Nykita. She was prepared, and calm as she moved.
Nocturnal Aymen would be possibly easily found, and then possibly not so easily found on the top deck, near the wheel, at that. Paws resting on the railing while her figure would blend in perfectly with the darkness shrouding them. Not a stitch of color graces her frame, save for the faint glowing green mark of the tree gracing her neck, marking her fae, and the soft purple sheen her eyes now and again took on when the light would hit them, just right.. Another signature, that she was fae. Tails gave a soft, but quiet flicker to and fro against the deck behind her. COiling to rest into a mass of fluff at her feet. She had a fair idea of what was happening.. what was going to happen, what was coming.
Nykita Aymen stepped out onto the deck ahead of Sofey, emerging from his quarters with that wide-brimmed hat donned and one paw resting on the hilt of his longsword - the deck was still devoid of light as per orders, everyone that decided to come along had been told to keep quiet for now and sit tight though with the dawn coming upon them and the appearance of a mast on the horizon towards the island, it was time to start, "Across those waters...!" He'd call out loudly now, glancing up to see the naked Dakota standing at the helm above them all and smiling a little at the sight, "...coming towards us is a ship that had the same choice as we do but unlike them, I do not consider other people as cargo! To transport from one place to another, to peddle people as if they are mere objects!" He never considered doing speeches but this was moreso from his heart now than trying to encourage the crew, "Well, today I shall show them the consequences of their choice! I will show them what happens when there are those of us that will stand up and send a message to the rest of them! And this message will be told not but us... but by their own kind!" The squirrel would turn to the crew as he moved across the deck and in front of those that had gathered, "This is not for plunder or for gain, this is to give them a message to tell to the rest of their kind, to spread word of what they can expect to happen to them if they continue purchasing the lives of other people! So I will take nothing from that ship, nothing but the lives of those that chose to willingly take on others and transport them to places where they will be called slaves. This is what I will do and I leave it to you whether or not you wish to choose to do the same..."
Sofey Eristis's frame emerged not too long after Captain Aymen. Sofey was ready for death to emerge in the night. She'd step out on deck and would take a deep breath, staring left and then right for a moment. She didn't react much as Nykita gave his speech. In fact, she'd leave the area for a second as he did. She didn't need speeches. Sofey was being creative, remember? After he was done, and a few minutes later, the serval would emerge from below deck toting two canons under each of her arms. They were loaded and ready to fire. Silent all the while, her face was completely blank.
Nocturnal Aymen's earws gave a flicker and then a turn as her eyes sought out the general direction Nyk may be indicating. Canting her head a bit, with a faint smirk as he spoke. She'd fofer an almost silent sigh, though she didn't comment further. Instead, eyes sought out Sofey when she came up, eyeing her a moment, watching her. Only to turn away, her back tot he railing while her muzzle rose to seek out the sky.
Raykit had come from below deck. Having spent the night on the Harbinger for a change, just in time to hear words from the captain. Quietly, the dragon would make his way above, a nod given to Sofey and the captain as he passed by. He would keep a close ear on the conversation at hand. Looking over the ships edge. When the captain's speech was over with the dragon would turn to him, a wicked grin across his maw. "Wonderful." is all the dragon would say in response. He had his ideas on what he would do.
The target vessel, the Alamina, was sailing out from Valsheim and back out towards the open waters where the Harbinger lay in wait and at first there was nothing to be concerned about when they saw a ship appearing on the horizon as dawn broke and the light poured over the horizon but it was when the ship did no change course that the captain began to suspect something. Nykita altered their heading so that their remained directly in the past of the oncoming vessel, keeping one arm held up to hold back any fire until the right moment, even going as far as taking a few hits from the forward cannons of the Alamina in order to get the two ships to come crashing together and tangle them together with their decks side-by-side, letting both crews actually be able to see one another eye-to-eye before his arm dropped to give the signal for his crew to get... creative.
Sofey Eristis's carrying of two cannons was odd, and Sofey lowered them down to the ground at some point. Reaching for her pouches, the pirate pulled out her cigarette case and three matches. Calmly, she lit the cigarette, disregarded one of the three matches, and took a drag as the two ships collided with each other. Both of her hands regarded both of the matches, one on one, struck against the sides of the cannon, and then lighting the fuse on the cannons both, and proper, and rushing to leap over from one ship to the other! "Surprise!" said as she aimed two heavy barrels down at gathered men on the deck! The explosions alone would cause some major damage and impact, both to life, but also to ship; she aimed at the masts and helm, as well! Suicidal serval...
BloodTide is going to make but one post, as she has to finish cooking but entirely intends to join in. The chaos drew the snake up from where she had likely been curled up reading some place warm, but just enough to poke her head above deck, massive eyes wide with a mingled fear and excitment. Ears perked and down she would sink, back out of sight but right near the ladder up, head down, hands tented together as her torso sunk into her tail, and her rarely used necromantic magic was tapped into, unlike many in that line of study she could not summon undead from the air, or pull down horrifying tortured souls... but she felt the death below them. All that lay in the deep she reached for, and began to build.
Raykit waited for the Harbiner to eventually catch up with the other ship, then once joined. He would laugh, kneeling down the dragon would start to charge before he would stop for a moment. Watching the serval and her actions. The dragon waited to follow behind then! Change of plans and all, he would follow behind her jumping and wings beating down heavily to carry him over to the next ship. Landing not to far from sofey, the dragon would swing his claws at the nearest unlucky soul. Knocking the individual away with ease. Smoke would start to billow from the dragon's nostril and maw as he gathered his inner fire. Pulling his head back he would roar at the top of his lungs, a challenge to some and a freightening prospect for others.
Nocturnal Aymen turned once more, eyeing the ship that approached, claws gripping the railing when they met and butted into eachother. Gaze danced between the Serval, the dragon.. a soft smile lingering against her maw, and finally, her husband.. Only to arch a brow when she thought she saw the snake she hadn't seen in quite some time now.. Noct'd shake her head lightly as the carnage began. Digits trailed along the railing before she'd, oh so non-chalantly, head down the stairs.. coming to a stop near Nyks side. "Mmmm." Oh, she had ideas.. but.. not.. yet.
There was a mixture of feelings that came from the crew of the Alamina - some where alarmed by their sudden confrontation with this strange ship, others were already drawing their weapons and grinning over to the crew of the Harbinger as if readying to enjoy the carnage that was to come, some readied their own fire arms and even cannons, "You got balls! Bet you'll be remembering them when you're gelded!" Came a shout from the crowded deck, "Come on! Come find your deaths!" That one got a roar of approval from the slaver crew before they spotted Sofey leaping up into the air, "What?" and then, "Look out! She's got cannons!" There was a brief scramble of feet on the deck before the cannons boomed, cmashing through wood and people alike with an explosion that rocked the helm of the Alamina, catching the attention of the enemy crew before it was once more stolen by the dragon suddenly leaping into their midst, "GYAAH!" The puma flew off his feet with his front shirt ripped across the chest and stomach from the claws of the dragon, falling to the deck and clutching at his bleeding chest in a panic as his comrades stooped down to help him as others backed away from the fearsome sight of the roaring dragon. Though Raykit would find the surrounding crew parting to let by a familiar figure - she had no wings of her own but the body was draconic without mistake, powerful and muscled limbs covered in a set of leather armor, close to his own height but of green scales and yellow eyes, answering his roar with a screech.
Nykita Aymen stood back on the deck for now, watching with a content smile as Sofey and Raykit jumped in to get their fill, something he was just about to do when Dakota came up to his side, "...would you be so kind as to help me a little, love?" The squirrel turned to ask her with the most affectionate of smiles, offering a paw to the hybrid and like a gentleman, leading her across the deck before pointing out the back of a distracted figure, "Would you be so kind as to grab hold them? I wish to rip out his heart with my bare hand."
Sofey Eristis's body slunk down into explosions of the cannon. In spite of that, Sofey lost her footing just enough to send her flying. To make that happen, Sofey was able to take the right cannon explosion no issues, in spite of the inevitable ringing of both ears, now! It was the left that didn't hold and her shoulder could be heard popping out of socket as it had so often done before. Backwards the serval would go, into the ground and sliding. A growl was heard, but little else as she rocked the whole boat! Sofey was disoriented and down for one count; shoulder in some serious pain. Luckily, she could fix that.
Raykit grinned as he watched the crew back off and away. He had started to eye each individual, who might be worthy to be brought back and made into something? The dragon couldn't help be confused though when another stepped out of the huddled masses, a wingless dragon at that. Raykit blinked, confused at the sight. Though only for a moment, he found something worth dragging back! Ray would charge the green dragon, moving as quickly as his mass would allow him. Once close enough to the dragon he would leap, throwing his shoulder towards the female dragon in an attempt to knock her down. If she moved, fortunes help those that might be unfortante enough to have been behind her!
Nocturnal Aymen's paw lightly tightened around her husbands whenshe found hers caught by his. Ears gave another flicker as eyes trailed to the individual he had pointed too. An arched brow given.. and a moment of concern for Sofey when she went down before the hybrid simply pressed a kiss against his cheek, and then his lips.. lingering.. long enough for one to take a deep breath. With that, she was off. Each step was silky and soft, sultry almost.. while all the while being nonchalant about the whole situation.. Once her target was in reach.. she'd dip down, refusing to be caught in the face by a punch, let alone the gut by a knife as she'd drop down, sweeping both legs out to the side in an aim to knock the target off his feet. If successful, he'd be grabbed, hauled to his own feet, and held, quite firmly against the womans form. His back to her chest.
The explosions from the twin cannon blasts send a blast of air, splinters and to those that were close enough, blood splatter with shout of alarm coming from the damaged areas with cries of pain from the wounded, "Where is she?! Find her!" She made a nice path across the deck that she slid across, having knocked aside a few of the crew who'd recover and call out, "She is here! Get the bitch!" Half a dozen hands made a grab for the serval, yanking her up and pulling away from the cannons, arms grabbed, dislocated shoulder being pulled on even more as she'd find herself facing an angered monitor lizard, "You think you can fuck with usssss? Fuck off and die!" He'd snarl at her face before swinging down at her with a cutlass! The face-off between the two dragons was enough of a sight to give them some space, the deck splintering slightly beneatn Raykit's feet as he charged the wingless dragoness, who reached out to grab his shoulders and dig her own feet in, claws rendering the wood apart as he slammed into her and made her figure slide back, getting a few screams from behind her from those that were unlucky enough to not get out of the way before Raykit managed to get her slammed to the main mast but then she'd roar in his face, snapping her jaws right at him and hoping for a piece of the big male dragon, "I am going to enjoy taking your wings and wearing them as a cape." She sneered.
Nykita Aymen's tail flicked sharply behind him at the little kiss she gifted him with before watching her body move with that nonchalant step, with all of the chaos being in the backdrop made her seem so much more... above all this, as if walking through a deck filled with bloodshed was just a stroll through the garden - she looked beautiful! Lost in his admiration, he would not be ashamed to admit that he left himself open for a moment in the time she caught the target from behind, though he'd managed to whirl around, "What?! You litt-" Swinging out to slash at her with his curved blade only to be knocked off his feet to the ground before hauled back up, snarling at her with his head turned to glare at the woman, "You bitch! Let go of me!" That was all the words he could get out of before there was a sudden hard jerk to his body and his attention drifted back to his front, noticing Nykita now standing there with one arm lifted, holding a quivering and squirming piece of meat... wait, not just any meat but a heart? Confounded, not even tasting the blood in his mouth, he'd look down to see the hole in his chest where his heart should be, "Thank you, love." The squirrel murred, casually leaning past the dying man in order to lovingly kiss his wife on the lips, still holding the beating heart in his hand.
Sofey Eristis's body was caught amongst a whole bunch of men. Insert inuendo now: seems she could handle all of them, too. When the blade came down, Sofey burst up; an explosion of bodies existed around her as the burly pirate opened up both her arms, shoulders, and did what would be the equivalent of a 14,000 lbs squat-lift! Shoulder would find its way snapped back into place very, very violently. Sofey would actually let out a little yelp of pain at that one! The serval would have to draw blade, and she had an idea... She'd watch Nykita for a split second and nod admiringly. "Sacrifice!" she'd scream aloud and yell like a banshee.
Raykit's form went across the deck as his shoulder went into the dragoness. Instict started to take over in the combat. The roar into his face would cause him to duck his head down as he turned away from the noise. A roar escaping him as well in reponse as the two beast fought. The snapping jaw managing to take a chunk of his cheek off as he turned away, though the wound itself was open blood would not leave its master's body. Feet would dig down into the wood, a fist moving to swing at the dragoness' stomach as she whispered at him, the other claw would seek an opening if the hit connected, seeking out the woman's neck. He'd simply grunt in response, now was not the time to crack wise.
Nocturnal Aymen eyed the heart as her husband pulled it from the mans chest.. she'd offer him a soft, but subtle smile.. returning the kiss he pressed against her lips, lingering in it lightly.. another deep breath was taken then.. as the mans body was let go.. left to slip and fall to the floor of the ship. She had no idea who that was, or why.. but she figured he was someone important at one point. Noct'd turn.. and set her eyes upon a personal target.. studying the way the woman moved as she came closer.. "Anytime, my love." she'd give to Nyk, with a soft purr.
Jamison Marshall finally came up from below the deck, having fallen asleep suddenly. Mouse had no idea how or why, he'd just been suddenly overcome with fatigue, and was asleep until the jolt of the ship ramming the enemy had awoken him. Now that he was prepared, Jami looked at what was going on. Sofey had jumped to the enemy ship...seems some damage had been done. It looked like a lost less destroying the ship was going on than usual though...that left the mouse skeptical. Was he even needed? Jami would look for the captain among the mayhem and, once he found him, would rush over. "Captain, what would you have me do?" he'd ask the man.
The bodies of the sailors exploded up and out from the serval with cries of surprise and alarm, some sent stumbling while while others were clearly lifted from the deck to go head over heels before crashing down onto their comrades to leave Sofey standing at the epicenter of the 'personsplosion' with those laying around her looking at her with shock - what kind of freak was she?! Then there was a shout from where Raykit was now choking the green dragoness against the sturdy wood, whose bravado began to fade as quickly as the air from her legs, jaws parking with a struggled gasp of breath before the hands at his shoulders went for his wrist in an effort to free herself before the fear truly began to creep into her yellow eyes, "Don't give up now! Get them!" Came a rallying cry from the crowds and seemed to do the trick as another roar rose up from Alamina crew as the one rallying them pointed out to the ones attacking them in an effor to boost moral and counter-attack, "Take them down! Don't giv-ghaa! What the Hell is this?!" his cries were very soon cut short with a cry of alarm as his feet were snagged by a rope and he was quickly hauled screaming up above the deck - Nykita had left Dakota after stealing another soft kiss from her cheek and let her focus on her own personal target, scaling the rigging to get above the rallying figure and snag him with a noose around legs, watching the struggling figure hanging in front of him for a moment with the stupified onlookers below them - Nykita's fangs were bared in a wickedly calm smile, longsword in paw as the man held his hands out in a halting motion as if that was going to actually make the squirrel think twice about splitting open the exposed belly and letting the blood and guts spill out onto the horrified crowd below, most of whom scrambled back in a panic as the blood covered their faces, screaming as bits of organs draped around their shoulders and across their arms. Of course, maybe some of the Harbinger crew would not mind the shower of gore! If Jamison had no idea what he needed to do after such a picture, then the squirrel would oblige him, "...make sure they remember today and who we are." Seemed pretty simple!
Sofey Eristis's foot slammed down into the ground below her, at a weak point in the top deck, causing part of a piece of timber to raise upwards and sit perpendicular to the rest of the ship's deck! Sofey reeled forth and grabbed someone who was just getting up amidst her chaotic fling of power. Frame was then sat down on the plank of wood, thus forcing it up into the unfortunate sea otter's rectum and bottom half. He was literally impaled. Sofey leaned in, rubbed his face, kissed his cheek, and then slit his throat; the corpse would end up sitting face-up and outwards, a ghostly sight writhing in pain until death! Sofey then flung her arm outwards, slicing at another creature. There was a trident somewhere... she just knew it.
Raykit's claw continued to grip down onto the woman. His free claw that had landed a blow against her stomach, would repeat. Delivering as many successive blows to her stomach as possible. No grin, or laugh escaping the dragon. He did not take fighting his own kind lightly. Only focused determination was visible on the dragon's visage. When both of the woman's hands would start to pull and put pressure on his wrist. He would grimance, keeping that strong grip against her. With a snort smoke would escape his nostrils before his head would come crashing down upon the dragoness' own head. A loud crack would be heard across the melee as the skulls met. A grunt and quick shake of his own head, the dragon would take that moment then to use that grip to pull the woman down. One of his own feet moving to sweep her, and bring her down so that the slightly larger red dragon would be atop her.
Nocturnal Aymen focused purely on her target., listening to the onslaught around her, enjoying the spatter of raining blood and god only knew what else that would, no doubt, cover part of her frame. Her target was sighted, someone she recogonized.. and thusly, someone she hated... with not a care in the world the hybrid slipped up behind the other and curled her arms around the other sframe whilst the other was busy targeting Sofey.. with a practiced ease, the other being was pulled back, and away from the Serval. Right paw flickered down and pulled across the others waist.. claws teasing against the fur whilst the other was taken by surprise, and was shocked to find the hybrid standing behind her.
Jamison Marshall nodded when the captain told him what to do, but would grimace a little at the carnage he brought upon the enemy crew. If there was any phrase that could describe Nyk in times of battle, it was "barbaric showoff". Thank goodness Frosty wasn't here to see that. Or Aisha...Jami missed Aisha. Now if there was one good thing about being Jami, it was that at times like this, as long as he didn't make his presence or importance blatantly obvious, he somehow managed to just skirt around most of the trouble and remain mostly ignored. Thus, Jami would walk through the battle and seek out any potential "Shadow threats", the kind that could show up out of nowhere and turn the tides. Mouse would eventually find himself standing up near the rear of the ship facing what appeared to be...a priest? It sure looked like a human male in a priest's robes. Priest had a book open and appeared to be preparing a mass buff spell. "Oh no you don't..." the mouse would mutter to himself, smirking. Jami walked toward the priest and decided to toy with him a little while he was in what appeared to be a trance. Jami simply slapped him across the face, hard enough to send him to the floor...and break his concentration. He'd have to start that spell over now, and he couldn't do that unless he got through Jami first. "Look buddy, either you jump ship or I kill you. What'll it be?" the mouse would ask, smirking.
The sight was not what caught the attention of most of the crew but rather it was the sound of a jagged piece of wood being forced through a body like that, organs being torn with blood squirting out as well as crack of bone or two would have Sofey an audience of more than just her immediate flankers, eyes wide with some even losing their food to add to the mess on the ground as she so happily kissed the cheek of the dying victim before whirling around to cut another unfortunate sailor, the woman screaming and falling back as her shoulder and arm began to bleed freely from the gash while she was busy trying to scramble away but there were some acts of bravery, a woman sneaking right up behind the triumphant Sofey with a dagger in hand that was looking to cut across the throat of the serval, "You sick bitch...!" She whispered heatedly, so focused on Sofey that she did not detect the hybrid until she was grabbed, grunting loudly in alarm as she was hoisted up, looking over her shoulder to widen her eyes in fright at the blood covered face of the hybrid holding her - she could even feel the blood rubbing off on her waist before screaming out, "AAH! LET ME GO!" But then another shout arose,"Liza! Liza is down!" The cry came from where Raykit was now ontop of the feebly struggling dragoness, who came crashing down onto the deck with a heavy and creaking thud, eyes having rolled back slightly with her forked tongue hanging out of her slightly parted mouth - brained and choked out, "Run! Get the fuck outta here!" Apparently, she had been the muscle of the crew and seeing her taken down like that had them all scrambling away now, right into the rain of blood that Nykita had created earlier, "Gah! What the....?!" Some of them slipped on the puddles, rubbing their eyes as it poured onto them from above and looked up to see yet another body swinging beside the first, drenching some of the yet unaware sailors in the blood of their disembowled comrade with with a smiling squirrel beside them, crimson eyes almost glowing.
Sofey Eristis's ears were still kind of ringing from using two cannons at the same time, so a normally strong sense of hearing was dulled and she was snuck up on! Sofey felt the blade come up and start to lick at her neck. She struggled backwards with all her might, forcing the blade just the slightest bit away. She dragged her cheek down and through the blade, making sure ti was away from her neck. The pirate whimpered in pain as she fell back onto the attacker, turned heavily, threw a haymaker, and followed up with a slice to the throat! She'd not go down that easily! That's when she saw it laying in a pile of ropes: a trident. She knew it would be here!
Raykit grunted as he landed atop the female dragon. Gathering himself, he would raise both his fist together, bringing them down quickly and heavily upon the dragoness' skull. The dragon would watch his target for a moment making sure he was out for the count before releasing a deep draconic roar of victory. Standing up, he would examine the woman. A wicked grin crossed his features distracted for a moment as the crew started to scatter. As much as he preffered men to women, he considered taking the woman right here in front of the crowd. Wanting to destroy their morale that much more. But no, that was an easy way to get a dagger or worse in the back. Besides, he had better plans for her. With a dragon's soul he could create something he hadn't in such a very long time, a dreaded bloodsword. Turning his attention to the captain he would grunt. A show he wanted then? Great artificats couldn't be created so swiftly, but a show and a few entertaining things could be made. Stepping away from his prize, he would grab the nearest crew running in panic, a feline who already seemed to had suffer a fatal blow to the stomach. Lifting him high above the melee and confusion. Dark spirits whispered to him, and he agreed to their price. A shrine would be made later to them, the claw gripping his victim would dig in drawing blood. While the other grabbed and pulled free a mudane object from his form. This one a bracelet, it was brought against his cheeck and bloodied with his own blood before slammed against the face of his screaming victim. Praying to the dark spirits again, he would pull the braclet away slowly. What was once terrified screams, became the screams of agony from another realm. A green twin of the feline would emerge from the feline's form. His very spirit was crying, the dark spirits Ray prayed to would be visible to naked eye, awful banshees of darknees whirlling around the two. Finally the dragon would rip the object away that outline disappearing and trapped into the new sickley green bracelet. The feline's body the dragon held going limp and cold, shrivelled than what might of once been there. The dragon would release the feline's corpose allowing the sickening plop to hit the ground.
Nocturnal Aymen pulled the womans frame back as Sofey did her thing and then got distracted? She wasn't sure what that was about but she wasn't going to ask! She had the one and only enemy on this ship she cared about.. and that enemy was within her grasp. Noct'd pull back again. "Oh, my darling Linsette.. the same woman who tried to force me into slavery, behind those bars.. and here you are.. within my grasp.." Noct'd give.. her words were quieted, and cold, very cold. "Oh, what will you do now that you don't have the upper hand." the hybrid taunted. Right paw slid down towards the womans pants, and pulled, tugging at the enclsoure till it came loose and fell to her hind feet. She'd slip a p paw up, and along the womans shirt, pulling at it till the fabric began ti tear. rendering her in nothing but a tattered blouse, boots, and her under-garments. All the while Linsette struggled and screamed to get away. The words "I was only doing what I was told to do! Don't do this, No!" were were heard possibly over the shouts and screams of others on the deck. Though, she paid no heed, or mind.. focused purely on the woman in her arms. "Not as strong as I once precieved.. You're still here, captured.. " The hybrid mused lightly, with a soft smirk pulling at her muzzle. Noct moved, leaning against a wall while her left leg moved up to curl and twine around Linsettes legs, the hybrids tails coiled around the womans form and the now free right paw of her own, moved down to grasp and tug at a buried dagger, pulling it free from hre sheath. She'd take a deep breath, scenting the woman against her.. offering a soft purr of delight in response. The daggers hilt was toyed with, with two digits, and fondled, till a very soft click could possibly be heard.. soon enough after, the blade became coated in a thick, green like substance.. sticky, too! Noct'd slide the blade along the cut Sofey possibly made, if one didn't exist, well, she'd make her own. "Enjoy the feeling being able to feel everything, but unable to do a damned thing about it." Noct'd give lightly.. Once the green goo had made contact with blood, and thusly had seeped into the others system, she'd began to stiffen up.. joints locking up, unable to bend, and move, starting with her toes, moving up along her legs to her knees, to her thighs and her hips. Legs solid straight, and unmoveable, while the posion continued its path! Right up to her jaw, in which left Linsettes loud scream was cut short as she lost all control.. The hybrid gave an appreciate nod before letting the womans form going, allowing it to slump down against the deck in an almost comical manner. Hybrid moved, cutting free the garments that still carressed Linsettes frame, her pace was quick and seemed rather skilled in such. Once the woman lay naked, Noct flipped her over. Tails pulling free and fanning out behind her, as if a guard of her own making, while she went to work. Nics, Cuts, deeper gashes began to appear along the womans frame, starting with her face down to her chest, and southward. Each time the dagger touched flesh, the blade slipped deeper.. Nothing she did how ever, was a killing stroke. Yet. But Linsette would feel everything as her nerves began to feel like they were on fire. "For all the months, you spent, trying to get me to tell you everything. For all the months you tried to force me behind bars, for everything you did, to the children, and the childrens families." the hybrid murmured as she worked. The boots pulled free, and toes cut loose.. Tossing the toes over board. Noct'd began to cut out her knee caps, putting them aside, and then her belly button. Just slicing off enough to not ruin the art piece completely. Hybrid moved up and took off each finger, eating a few, while the others were tossed over board. ALl the while Linsettes eyes followed her, the pain true and deep, as tears rolled down the others cheeks. Noct'd sit back, looking over the bloodied mess. "Well now, I think that'll make a fine example .. you.. famous among slavers.. such a soft, little toy.." hybrid sighed, pushing to her hind feet.. dusting off her paws. Taking this time to look over the carnage and chaos. She'd nod, and turned away, leaving Linsette to die where she lay. As there'd be no hopes of surviving that posion, in the long run. The hybrid oh so nonchalantly made her way back to the Harbinger...
Jamison Marshall heard the noises around him, but for now he was focused on the Priest. Jami had known some people that could revive someone back from the dead one time over the course of a battle, and for all he knew, this man was one of them. Jami simply watched him seem to mutter something in another language, sounding rather panicked...and then felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Immediately, the mouse's eyes widened and he dove toward the nearby mast just a lightning strike hit a part of the tall wooden structure, likely lighting it on fire. Damn, that was close! he'd think to himself as he whipped the water nearby around the priest, letting it force the guy from behind right toward Jami...who had just pulled out his saber. Priest would find himself impaled on the blade, which would rest within him for a moment before Jami stood, holding his sword such that the priest would slide off of it onto his back as Jami looked toward the rest of the battle...thankfully his angle wasn't one that would allow him to see what Noct was doing, or else he'd likely feel pretty sick to his stomach right now. Jami turned back around, kicked the priest in the head hard for good measure, then headed back toward the carnage. Unnamed victim had a chance of survival...but it wasn't a big one, and this crew would certainly be beyond saving of any kind by the time he awoke, if he didn't bleed out first. Perhaps this priest would be able to tell the tale of the Slaver Hunters that had treated this crew like they were nothing...or whatever he might call Nyk and the crew of the Harbinger. And that was only if the priest survived.
BloodTide is also one of those folks who can make dead bodies stand up and the like, deep beneath the deck since the enemy ship had been sighted the serpent was doing just that. The water would begin to shift, and roll, as from the depths came a monsterous undead construct. Composed of the bits and pieces of sea life, rotting remains of a squid, rib bones from a whale and a skull plate from a coral eating fish, all together it was over twenty feet from crown to tips of the trailing tenticals. The job more rushed then her usual crafting it still had bits of flesh rotting and falling off however strong the base of the behmoth was... and it came to capture a few of the living along with the desctruction of those who would refuse to bend reaching up from the breaking waves to pull its self aboard the target vessal and begin to tangle up scrambling random little crew as far more grasping rotting lengths of tentacles then any normal living squid should ever have both hauled it up onto the ship and made to stuff prisoners into the cage of bone that was its torso. Those who tried to escape, would find the coral crushing jaws making short work of their limbs but leaving them to bleed out, spine neatly in tact.
The rain of blood, the wailing of the banshees, the crying of souls being torn out of their bodies, screams of the dead and dying; there was nowhere to run anymore now that BloodTide emerged with her own horrors unleashed upon the crew of the Alamina! Those that scrambled away from the crazed Sofey found themselves running into the sight of the dying puma being lifted up into the sky by the huge dragon, summoning forth the undead spirits to rip out the very soul of his victim, blanching the faces of the onlookers as they watched their comrade shrivel up and turn into nothing but a corpse as their huge guardian lay unconscious at the feet of Raykit. Though perhaps what they could relate to the most was the torturous death of Linsette, the woman that had been stripped down to lay naked on the deck that was actually warm with the fresh blood that was seeping across it, suffering in muted pain as her body was made to bleed from over a dozen small cuts before her fingers and toes were cut off, knee caps were removed and even her belly button was sliced - it was a nightmare! A pure nightmare! Some of the remaining crew went for the railing away from the Harbinger, intent on saving themselves in the water or anything just to get away from the ghastly sights and horrible fates that awaited them if they stayed onboard the ship. That was when the undead monster rose up from the waters, towering over the edge of the ship and knocking back those that were ready to jump into the water, some of them landed on their asses to stare up in horror at this new beast, "Wha-what? What the fuck is this!?" Screams of terror added to the chaos as some were snagged by the tentacles and put in a bone cage, others just... gave up! Falling to their knees with blank expressions, craddling their heads in their arms and blubbering some prayers no doubt or repeating, "This isn't real... this can't be real..." And then there was laughter! Triumphant laughter to be more specific, coming from the rigging where Nykita had perched to get a good view of the carnage below him, having been fixated on Dakota taking care of old business it would seem, looking curious at first and trying to guess the intetions his love had for the woman before she surprised him! He had never seen her be so... precise in her dkarness! His eyes had widened before the smile grew across his muzzle, thrilled and excited to have witnessed such a display - it was like watching a flower bloom that would only do so at a certain year, on a certain day at a certain time with extremely precise prerequesites having been met. Terror, panic and surrender... this is what he wanted them all to feel! This is exactly what he wanted to drive those who willingly stole the freedom of others to feel! That is why he laughed, drawing some of the blank stares of the remaining survivors, "This is it! This right here!" Fists banged against bone cage that kept them trapped, knees buckled and heads shook in despair, the exact thing he wanted to inflict on them all!
Sofey Eristis's frame didn't seem to mind the dark fish-thing of doom rise up from the water and start to attack the opposing crew. "Save the fuckin' ship!" she yelled aloud to make sure everyone got it. Sofey didn't want to demolish the thing! As she took the life of another, turning to catch her breath while the other choked on her own blood, Sofey kissed the dying femme and rushed for the trident! Yes! With it in hand, another rush, another manuever... She eyed the Captain of the Alamina, a big sea otter. Trident in one hand, blade in another. The wound on Sofey's cheek didn't look too bad, anymore. Odd. "-'Ey... ye need'uh know he stuck with this ship..." she said to him. Sofey's eyes stared down the opposing Sea Captain... Hate.
Raykit stepped on the skull of the corpse he had dropped. A moment taken to add the braclet to his new collective. Returning back to the downed dragoness he would put his foot down on her back. Claws coming to rest on his hip as he took a look at the chaos. He was satisified with his large prize. He'd watch the sea monster, a huff escaping him, "Necromancers are such show offs." he'd state to one of the crew members that had been trying to get the dragoness that was well under back on her feet. He laughed finally, taking a moment to enjoy himself. The crew member just looked up at the dragon in pure horror. Looking down to the little fox, he would grin, "Oh, I intend on making this one..." he spoke pointing down to the dragon, "Into a fine bastard sword." claw came to rest on his chin as he looked at the fox, "You, I might just fuck once, then turn...." claw waiving about, "I don't know...a box?" he'd shrug, grabbing the fox swiftly, who's screaming would be cut off shortly after a swift punch. The dragon would then toss him down onto the dragon. Huffing once more at the giant see monster, "I mean, really? A little over kill to be honest." claws resting at his hip.
Nocturnal Aymen made her way steadily back onto the Harbinger, without another glance back.. give or take to glance at the undead creature Blood had put together. That.. brought a smile to Noct's face.. though in her mind.. they were done here. They ship was intact, the crew scared and ruined.. done, right? A kiss blown to her husband while eyes swept over the crew of the Harbinger.. once she was sure that everyone was alright.. she'd slip into the Captains Quarters with a light purr.
Jamison Marshall watched everything unfold, blinking. Man, he really wasn't needed here, was he? Jami would eye the beast that arose out of the water, wondering just what the fuck it was. All he knew was that it looked morbidly impressive and mysterious, and thankfully it was apparently on their side (as the mouse had no idea it was something Bloodtide created). Mouse would turn and move to head back to the Harbinger as well, honestly having little to no idea what happened or anything. A groan from a body he passed, which was responded to with a boot to the head, then the engineer went back aboard the ship that he had come to call home...and unlikely home, but a home.
BloodTide's creature made sure to finish up behind Noc as the lady made her way back, stuffing its cage full and dismembering those who remained cowering or not! Once the vessal was a fine new ghost ship the creature would carefully lower its self back into the sea with those long tentacles, and swim to the Harbringer. Remaining high enough so the prizes didn't drown, the would be plunked on the deck one at a time then job done it would sink back down to the depths. Tide, exhausted and happy to of been able to show off, would go grab some noms and pass out somewhere warm.
Nykita Aymen would stay the hand of the battle-hungry serval as she stared down the pale-faced captain, placing his own paw on her shoulders in the case she was about to make the big sea otter a big dead sea otter, smirking slightly as he would nod at her to head back to the ship - they were done here, nothing needed to be said to the survivors, merely let them try and recover what was left. With another light laugh, the squirrel would very calmly walk over the bodies to get to the railing, neatly hopping over it back onto the Harbinger.
Moderators: Nocturnal Aymen (played by PaganSpirit) Sofey Eristis (played by Lionheart) Nykita Aymen (played by Nykita)