Carmichal
Brigand
Booze is always an acceptable form of payment in my book.
Posts: 41
Profession: Mercenary
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Profile
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Carmichal on Sept 25, 2016 9:59:13 GMT -6
“Two years, eh?” Carmichal inquired, “I bet ya got some scars with some interesting tales behind them. Like this one,” he added, pointing to a scar on his right arm, “Took an arrow trying to board another ship. Fell into the water and almost drowned. Woulda been the end if my cap’n hadn’t been lookin’ out for me. Best cap’n I ever served under. Mikar was his name. I’ve got plenty more like that, too.” Camichal had been in the business for years now and his propensity for not wearing armor, or shirts for that matter, meant that he had taken his fair share of blows during his career. He eyed each of Vincent’s weapons as he described them. He cocked an eyebrow at the mention of monsters. “Gargoyles? I’ve only ever heard them spoken as myth or legend, but if you say you fought one? Now that’s impressive.” The final weapon, however, the one in the box, made Carmichal somewhat uneasy. What kind of man keeps his weapons in a box, he pondered. It must be something powerful for him to be that worried about it.
Before he could ask about the box, the order came down that it was time to row and the aging mercenary found a seat at one of the oars. It wa grueling work, each man straining against the weight of the boat, but he was glad for the exertion. Carmichal needed to work himself into a sweat every so often to make certain that his body still worked as intended and rowing the boat out of the harbor was just what he needed. Still, he was glad when the wind caught their sails and the oars were retracted. Carmichal stayed on his bench for a minute, stretching each of his muscles to keep the soreness away. Satisfied, he made his way up to the deck to find something of a commotion going on. In the distance, another ship had been spotted and the captain had declared them to be pirates. From this distance, he couldn’t quite make out the size or shape of the ship, but he had a feeling the would be more likely to board them than try to sink them. As he was heading to the bow of the ship to get a better look, he noticed a blonde man with a unique haircut, one he couldn’t forget. As he turned to shout orders to the crew, Carmichal’s stomach dropped out. It was Dietrich, the soldier he had served under during his brief stint with the Etrurians. If he saw him and happened to remember the aging merc, it could prove fatal for him. Carmichal backed away, attempting to blend into the crowd, hoping that Dietrich wouldn’t notice him.
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Post by Emil Aurion on Sept 25, 2016 19:05:59 GMT -6
Emil had watched his crew come spewing from the bottom of the ship as he told them to prepare for battle as a ship was heading their way. He could feel the wind was coming from the North meaning it was blowing south. The Arielyn was traveling Southwest while the other ship was mostly going South adjusting it's course towards his. He figured their plan of action was to ram his ship and board from there. He couldn't avoid the collision unless he had done something, even if they won the battle their ship would hit the bottom of the ocean. Scanning the crew he saw a big burly man with a bow. "Hey you. Yea, ya with the beard I'm talking to ya. I hope ya can shoot a ballistia cuz yah'r getting the first crack at it. Open fire once ya got a clear shot."
Now that the pirate ship was closer Emil could tell it was larger than his own, but not by much. He wasted no time getting to the bridge grabbing the wheel and cranking it to one side. His goal was to be able to turn around as much as he could giving the ballistia a clear shot at the other ship or it's crew. The pirate ship had began to adjust it's direction to catch the Arielyn from behind but Emil was able to get it to turn just enough were there wasn't any contact. His ship was quickly making it's turn to head North East, losing the wind in it's sail's, but hopefully their momentum would keep some distance. Most importantly, at the moment at least the ballistia had it's line of fire clear.(Going to jump to the part where the two ships are close enough to be boarded so the battle starts, add in the shots for part of your post Dietrich)
Both ships had ran out of steam, the bowsprit of the pirate ship had missed impaling the Arielyn but it was close enough to allow the pirates to board Emil's ship which they had began to do. "If ya can't fight, I advise you get down below." he called out before the pirates came pouring in. Emil took the axe off his back as he waited for his first victim to approach.
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Post by Gar on Sept 30, 2016 18:42:27 GMT -6
"Hahar looks like its go time!" Gar broke into a light stretch to limber up and get his blood flowing. The pirate jumped up and down a couple times and on his final landing he let out a long breath. He rolled his neck, allowing it to crack in a few places. The enemy was closing in and Gar had one last thing to take care of before he entered the battle. His eyes scanned the deck of the Arielyn, searching for the nabatan man. Where is he? Ah there. Turns out Aeos wasn't standing too far from Gar at all.
"Yo Aeos, if you need a hand with any of these scumbags, give me a holler. Sure would be nice to mix it up side by side again." Gar grinned and took off in a jog across the deck. His target was one of the first pirates to board the Arielyn. Gar's arms wrapped around the enemy's waist and his momentum sent the pair sailing into the air. He heard the man grunt in pain as the two collided with the deck and slid toward the guardrail. Gar quickly returned to his feet and drew his axe. in the meantime, the enemy pirate stood up. coughing and fumbling at his cutlass. Gar shifted his weight and delivered a strong kick at the man's waist. The boot connected with the hilt of the sword just as the man had pulled it from his waist.
The cutlass flew from the man's grasp and over the guardrail. The enemy pirate reached over the rail, grasping for the weapon. Gar shook his head when the enemy showed his back to him. This part never got old to the pirate. Gar bent down and wrapped his arm around the man's legs. He then lifted, upending the man over the side of the ship. Gar chuckled and turned back to the deck to see who else would like to challenge the seasoned pirate.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Oct 2, 2016 13:03:33 GMT -6
Aeos was going to witness the ballistae fire. This was something that was rather exciting for him to see. The thing was essentially a larger, stronger, and much more awesome version of a hand bow. Except this fired bolts and was meant to harm ships and structures. Something that was truly fascinating. An object created for humans by humans and not made of magic. He shook his head. He needed to focus. The firing of that ballistae and the incoming pirate ship meant that there would be conflict. He needed to prepare. He needed to calm himself. He could already feel the power of his stone welling up inside of him. It pulsated with his heartbeat and felt warm in his blood. This didn't bring about any change to his appearance, but rather it was a precursor towards change.
He took a deep breath and exhaled. He needed to regain control over his emotions. Which was hard as his inner-self, the dragon self, was itching to go ham and show these pirates who's boss. The young dragon prepared himself. He returned below decks to prepare himself for the battle. Before arriving he had cestus crafted for him. They were made of silver and leathers. His leg guards were of similar set up. The whole thing was tied to his body. His regular punches and kicks would pack more power. He returned above deck ready to fight. Gar had spoken to him. And Aeos smirked softly.
"Shout if you need me as well Gar." He responded. The both of them were in this together. The whole crew was in this together. It wasn't long before the pirates boarded Arielyn and began to fight. One man charged at Aeos, he wielded a sword. Aeos wasn't fond of people coming at him with blades. The dragon in human guise sighed softly and took a stance. He drew a small amount of power from his stone. One that allowed for his eyes and nails to change. This draw gave him a small boost to his speed and strength. He waited until the man raised the sword upwards to strike at him.
He quickly moved out of the way. The movement was a simple motion that spun him around like a leaf in the wind. The swords man turned to look at where Aeos had moved too. He was quickly met with a hard punch to the face. As the swordsman moved back due to the punch he placed his hand over his face. Aeos quickly kicked him in the legs toppling him downwards. The swordsman dropped his weapon. The dragon moved quickly working to pick up the man and threw him towards another pirate.
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Dietrich Landrik
Mercenary
GAZE AT MEIN ROLLED SLEEVES, NOOBKOPF
Posts: 81
Sacae Fame: -1
Western Isles Fame: 1
Profession: Mercenary Marine
Affinity: Thunder
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OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Dietrich Landrik on Oct 10, 2016 22:20:53 GMT -6
The burly man descended with haste towards the mighty ballista. He had experience with trebuchets, but never had he fired a siege bow with such industrial strength. Berg had swung behind the mighty weapon and hoisted it into his arms, aiming it towards the enemy vessel. The heftiness of the ballista immediately gave Berg a high respect for its power.
Knowing that the bolt would have a lot of kick, but also a lot of weight, he knew he had to aim as only high as there was a good target and anything below would be just as good. If he were to attack the masts, it could cripple the ship. If he were to hit the steering column, he could possibly disable it that way. If he aimed for targets, it'd keep a few blades away from their own men. In the split second, he had to make a decision.
Aiming for the wheel, he let loose the trigger. The twang of the tightened ropes sent the bolt flying through the salty air. As it approached, it was far too quick to dodge with skill, but men attempted to dive out of the way regardless if they saw it coming. Others were oblivious. It had missed the wheel, but strafed a line of men waiting to board the ship. It killed two, injured others, but the psychological impact was devastating.
"By Durban! Take out that ballista!!!" a pirate screamed, his body shook with a sweat. Looking down to his gored shipmates, a primal anger was unleashed. "Board ship! Board ship! Give them cold steel!"
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Berg, now with the help of Fuchs, was already starting to load another bolt. They got lucky with the first shot, but their approach was lightning quick. They'd have to be quicker in order to get another shot off.
Landrik, with his faceshield lowered, readied his longsword. Next to him stood Keppler, bringing his steel axe towards the invaders. "Keppler, keep your eyes open! These amateurs are nothing compared to the crews we destroyed in the Western Isles under Captain Hoffmann. Let's keep this crew alive or it's back to port we go." Landrik warned as enemies approached. Glancing to his right he saw the new Captain just as ready for battle as he. Down the line there was already combat going on. A long-haired man disarming his opponents with his bare hands and another who was making quick work with his axe. It looked like things were going their way in this first phase. "Keep it together! Don't lose your heads!" Landrik barked, waiting for an unlucky pirate to meet his fate upon his blade.
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Post by Vincent on Nov 6, 2016 19:14:01 GMT -6
The impressiveness of fighting a gargoyle was lost on him, though thinking back to the inhuman screams and bodies that were both tough and seemingly pure muscle he quickly realized that they were quite fearsome, he was just too lost in the battle and necessity to realize it at the time. He laughed sheepishly and was about to say something about how it far scarier to fight your fellow man due to how simply monstrous and loathsome they are but there were sounds of whistles and shouting for them to get rowing. "Sorry! I'll be happy to continue this in a bit!" It was all he needed to say as the two knew exactly where they were needed.
The rowing was difficult at first as dozens of men fought with oars to make a massive vessel move, but it did not take long for it to creak and shift and soon be carried away by the tides, or at least it seemed to come quickly. The true passage of time was difficult to gauge below deck and the mercenary felt a pleasant lack of exertion from the task. Had it been a short time or was it the fruits of his intensive training?
The rowing done the boy rushed to the upper deck to look out to the vastness of the sea. It was a glorious feeling and the sight of nothing but blue above and below unlike any that could be found elsewhere. The sweat he had worked up below meant the saltwater swept breeze was that much cooler. His moment of relish was terribly brief however as another ship was spotted coming not just their direction, but intentionally for them.
The mood became tense and frantic. Orders were shouted and men moved with a frantic pace to ready for bloody combat on the high seas. For the briefest of moments he considered unleashing Phoenix Heart on the unaware pirates but then he thought better of this idea. He simply did not want the sort of attention that would come with using it. The ballista could retain the glory as he was concerned. With Phoenix Claw in one hand and the gargoyle tusk dagger in the other he stood ready. The pirates would flood over the ship like a wave and he would push them back.
The ballista fired with incredible force but missed its mark. The hearts of the pirates wavered briefly before their shouts for battle rose up and they moved in. Vincent would waste no time as the first of the boarding party leaped on. His dagger met with the throat of one of the first before he used the attached chain to rip it back and out of the foe. His dagger skills were too weak to use against Ryu effectively. This would be a good time to remedy this.
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Post by Emil Aurion on Nov 17, 2016 19:53:09 GMT -6
There was roughly 20 pirates that survived the balltista attack, some unscratched and others weren't as lucky, but they had been given orders to board the other ship.
Emil had watched all but one board his ship, he figured that had must be tee captain, what a coward to hide behind the others like that. Raising he free hand he pointed towards the captain and shouted "Wipe that crap eating grin off ya face, cuz I'm gonna ram my foot down yar throat." Emil had been too focused on talking smack to noticed the man on his flank, striking his ribs with a mighty blow with an axe, hard enough to pierce his steel armor and draw blood and knock him flat on his ass. Emil rolled just in time to avoid a head splitting axe blow, the pirate was struggling to pull his weapon free giving Emil time to jump back to his feet. This son of a whore drew blood, Emil was going to return the favor... Slowly. Driving the pommel of the axe into the pirate's chest, the man grunting in pain as he let go of his weapon taking a swing at Emil.
The blow had landed straight on his jaw. Emil's head shot right back in the position it once was and grabbed the man by the hair pulling his head back. Stepping hard as he leaned in, driving his forehead into the man's nose, blood began to pour out like an avalanche as he stumbled backwards raising both hands to his face. A second pirate had tackled Emil to the ground from behind.
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Post by Gar on Nov 20, 2016 0:22:15 GMT -6
Gar’s annoyance was palpable. He couldn’t believe how many pirates had actually managed to board his ship. It was an affront to his pride and the man was not going to stand for it. Gar engaged with an attacker who was equipped with a bloodied axe. Gar rushed the attacker and swung twice, both swipes missed their mark. The enemy was agile, more so than Gar expected. Gar’s adversary swung an axe aimed at his chest. Steel collided with steel as Gar managed to parry the blow. The swing was strong though, strong enough to make Gar’s grip feel numb and awkward. Another attack followed and another parry, but this time Gar clumsily lost his weapon.
A crooked, toothless grin emerged on the face of his enemy. Gar hated that look. He thinks he’s got me beat? Gar stood weaponless and angry. The anger turning into a growl that rumbled through his throat. “Yarrr.” With that, Gar dove to the deck, attempting to recover his weapon. As soon as he laid his fingers on the weapon a boot met with his ribcage. Sharp pain flew through the pirate’s chest cavity, but Gar knew that he was in a bad position. He rolled out of the way of a downward swipe that was meant for his spine.
Gar responded to the attack by digging his axe into the attacker’s thigh. The attacker dropped to a knee, to Gar’s level. Gar followed up with another attack, aimed for the enemy’s neck. The cut missed as his enemy flung himself backward, fully onto the deck. Gar had a brief moment before he reengaged. He placed his offhand against his ribcage. Just a bruise, I hope it’s not broken. Either way, he was preoccupied. He had a fight to win and a ship to protect.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Nov 28, 2016 21:04:39 GMT -6
Almost as quickly as he had thrown off the man with the sword, another man was coming at him with an ax. There wasn't much time to dodge so he quickly went ahead and kicked him. His foot met the man's chest and knocked him down. Another man charged at him, angry that his companion was kicked to the ground. Another man with the sword. He side stepped, spun, and knocked the man in the back of the head. How many of them are there? He thought.
The man with the axe got back up and charged at him again. Aeos took a few paces back. He needed something to defend himself with. He needed a weapon. He knew he couldn't half shift here. There were far to many people near him that could see what he was. He needed to think of something else. He looked around at his surroundings. He grabbed some rope and threw it at the swordsman whom was charging at him. Aeos had to duck and dodge out of the way to avoid the sharp end of the man's axe. As he moved he did a leg sweep and knocked him down. Buying him some more time. And then he found it. A weapon he knew how to use. A simple metal rod.
He grabbed the tool and twirled it over his fingers like a monk. The constant twists and turns of the pole gave him knowledge of the weapon. He learned how long it was. How heavy it was. He knew how to use a rod as a weapon thanks to his mother. He knew how to use it in a non deadly fashion. The rod was a weapon meant to poke, prod, and pummel your opponent until they gave up. A weapon meant to disarm the foe. When was the last time we even worked the pole? A century? Two? His other half thought. He breathed in and braced himself. The tiny bit of power he was channeling heightened his senses. heightened his focus. The swordsman charged at him again. The poor sod did not learn.
The metal rod poked the man in the gut. Aeos quickly thrust the rod upwards and slammed it under his chin. The ax man swung at him once more. The Nabatan moved quickly. He moved the pole towards his side and let the metal clang upon metal. It stopped the axe and Aeos retaliated. He stepped forward. Three swift movements were all it took to disarm the axe man. Three distinct slams from the metal rod. Three joints. His movements felt normal. Instinctive. He may have not worked the pole as a monk for a century, but to a dragon that was probably the equivalent of a month. He was a bit rusty but not useless.
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Post by Vincent on Dec 19, 2016 1:55:19 GMT -6
With dagger and reaver in hand Vincent felt fairly comfortable now. It was back to basics with crowd controlling. To this he felt a master, he had been doing this since he was but a simple novice. "Come on scum! Show me what you can do!" Not taking kindly to the stabbing of their friend or the challenge, Vincent was set upon by a pair of pirates.
The two struck together in unison, clearly well practiced for it. To Vincent this was nearly a game. As the weapons danced he stepped in to meet them and defended with redirection. He could not get a strike in of his own but his opponents grew ever more frustrated at their own inability. This game soon ended however as another pirate came upon him from behind and threw him into a bear hug, lifting him off his feet.
"Woah, woah, woah!" he panicked with feet kicking and flailing. The two angered pirates took this chance to attempt free shots upon the aspiring hero. As on swung his axe the hero used his core muscles to raise his body as high as possible narrowly avoiding a blow that surely should have killed him.
Going back down he used the steel heeled boot to kick the offending pirate on the head. A loud Crack! reverberated dropping him in an instant. Using the momentum from the body Vincent sent his holder stumbling back allowing him to touch the deck once more.
Dropping low he threw the pirate off of him and ended him with a swift stab. Thoroughly tired from the brief engagement he lowered his guard, momentarily forgetting the third. For this, he was met with a heavy blow over his head.
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Post by Emil Aurion on Jan 20, 2017 17:51:50 GMT -6
The moment Emil's body hit the ground with a slide, dragging his blood along his deck, he tried rolling with the man on top of him with no success. He started to throw his elbow back a few time, catching him in the rib throwing him off balance allowing the captain to roll on top of him. Emil was able to get one good blow in before the other pirate's boot caught him in the back of the head, knocking him down.
"Ya sons of bitches gonna regret targetin MY ship." He said as he quickly rose to a knee, he waited till the one who kicked him moved forward a few steps then almost jumping directly at him Emil had connected his right shoulder into his gut, with an 'umph' both men flew in Emil's direction before landing on the deck. Emil had instantly began to deliver body blow after body blow. The man had moved his arms to block Emil's punches then Emil started to pumble him in the face for a few seconds. Emil rose to his feet, standing over the man before driving his boot into his gut then bending over to pick up his tomahawk.
He turned around to face the other man to be slugged in the jaw, causing him to stumble back a bit. Keeping up with how ruthless Emil had been he kept the pressure on the ex pirate with punches and kicks while his buddy slowly got up and picked up his axe. Throwing a quick headbutt Emil smashed his forehead into the man's face then grasping the tomahawk in both hands and raised it above his head. Lobbing it at the one that struck him with his axe earlier, the blade landing right between the eyes. "Bulls eye!" Emil shouted as he got in a boxing stance.
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Post by Gar on Jan 20, 2017 18:25:40 GMT -6
Gar was still in pain from the shot he took to the ribcage, he wasn't sure if he could fight at full strength. He would have to rely upon a different tactic. Gar and his opponent both rose and locked eyes. The enemy gave another crooked smile to which, Gar tilted his head curiously. "The hell are ya smiling for? You know you got a face only a mother could love." Gar cracked a smile of his own. "Only thing is I think she likes me more." It was a classic taunt but sure enough it hit it's mark. The foe angrily cursed at Gar before charging at him like an injured wild boar. That certainly made things easier for the turquoise clad sailor.
Gar anticipated the axeman's attack as he had done many times before. With a sidestep and an outstretched leg, he tripped the charging attacker. The man hit the deck with his chin and laid there motionless. Gar tapped him with his boot, there was no response. "Out cold eh?" Gar turned to call out to the captain. "Oi cap'n can we make this one walk the plank?" Gar saw that the captain was preoccupied. Emil was headbutting one pirate while tossing an axe at another. Gar whistled at the sight, thoroughly impressed. "Sorry matey, looks like its the old fashioned way for you."
Gar bent down grabbed the enemy's axe. He placed both axes on his sash before slumping the unconscious attacker over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The rib pain made it difficult, but Gar brought the man over to the gaurdrail and hoisted him over.The enemy pirate fell into the water with a ker-plunk. That made two scrubs in the drink. Gar drew the dual axes from his sash and scanned to see if there were any remaining fighters.
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Post by Vincent on Jan 21, 2017 1:09:17 GMT -6
Vincent panted as he drew back to his knees. The blow laid him out flat on the deck and his head throbbed. He did not touch it to check but he knew there was blood. Actually, where did his swords go for that matter? He must have dropped them after getting hit. "That was a good hit." He weakly congratulated. He had two opponents knocked out so they would not have any need for their axes.
"Shut up and die!" The pirate delivered a hard kick into Vincent's ribs tossing the Hero aside into a short roll. That one hurt and the pop sound that accompanied it was quite concerning.
"Ohh," He groaned. The pirate proceeded to move in for the kill. Vincent had to wonder why bandits and pirates and all the other lowest forms of crime seemed to be eternally incompetent. Must they make an enemy suffer when they have the advantage? Why not just end them swiftly and be done with it? As he pondered the mystery he laid weakly on the deck clutching tightly to the axe he had retrieved.
"Rrrraaaaaagh!" The pirate threw back the axe above his head to gain the most momentum before bringing it down upon Vincent's head. It was that moment that allowed Vincent to retaliate. Pushing off the ground Vincent rose to his knees and pushed toward the pirate. With a large swing he brought his axe into the pirate's shin cutting deep and severing bone and sinew. The pirate cried out in pain loosing his axe and falling. Relentlessly Vincent got onto the pirate and delivered three final blows ending the pirate's life.
One dead, two unconscious, Vincent looked to see how many more were around.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
Profile: Aeos Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Jan 26, 2017 21:27:54 GMT -6
Aeos didn't have time to guess how many more pirates were left. He had to deal with man he disarmed. The pirate was trying to reach for his axe once more. Aeos quickly slammed the pole down on his hands, then brought it back up so he smacked the man's chin. Three more baps with the pole and the dragon man felt comfortable enough to rush at him. He dropped the pole, grabbed the man by the shirt, and threw him overboard. One less pirate.
He dusted his hands and picked up the pole again. Now he could take a moment to glance at his surroundings. He saw the captain lob a tomahawk into another man's skull. Nice Shot! The other part of him commented. Then saw him take up a boxing stance.. He did not know that the captian knew how to box and made a mental note to ask him for a quick match later in the voyage. Vincent had killed one of the pirates. He knew this because he could see the body on the floor near the white haired man. And Gar had just thrown another out to sea.
It looks like that the numbers of pirates had thinned out. Now all that remained was to deal with the opposing ship. Should they board? Or stay and defend? The dragon man picked up the pole again. The rod had done a fine job at keeping him safe. He was mildly surprised at how much he managed to remember in such a short and hectic time.
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Post by Emil Aurion on Apr 22, 2017 3:53:51 GMT -6
Emil wasted no time throwing a quick left jab into the man's nose, causing his head to snap back. As his head returned to it's natural position he was met with a hard hitting upper cut from Emil, he swayed for a second before stumbling forward. Emil grabbed him by the hair and forcibly drug him to where his Tomahawk rested, in the pirate's skull. Grabbing the man by the hair with both hands Emil drove his face into the blade of his axe. He threw the lifeless body to the side as he placed a boot on the corpse's throat and pulled the Tomahawk free.
Emil placed his left hand over his wound feeling the blood. He would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this, there was a certain thrill level in a pirate attack even if he was on the receiving end this time. He shot a quick glance around the ship, it had seemed like majority of the raiding crew has been dealt with, only a few remained. Looking towards the other ship he saw the pirate captian boarding his ship with three others.
"Looks like ya finally got tired of sittin on the side lines ya coward." The pirate captian snorted at Emil's comment as the others went towards Aeos, Gar, and Vincent. He raised his axes as he charged towards Emil, lunging forward and swinging at Emil. It was clear the man wasn't very skilled at fighting, all it took was Emil stepping back to avoid the attack. His defenses were also not up, Emil delivered a swift kick to the man's sensitive area.
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