This was going about as poorly as it possibly could have. Everyone was split up, more enemies had shown up and now Amuné was nowhere to be found. Where had that child run off to? Much as Nymira felt compelled to look for the young Ydran she couldn't even take the chance as one of the men in suits fired ice shards at her, threatening to nail her to the deck with the projectiles. If not for some timely interference on Zander's behalf she might have died then, able to scramble instead behind a pile of crates for cover. Once suitably out of the way she was surprised to find the burning in her throat gone as well, though her bodily fatigue remained. Too much magic, she noted, leaning her head up against a crate. And yet these men seemed to use magic with no wear on themselves, what nonsense was this? And those strange tools they all carried, something seemed amiss here.

Not good, not good at all. Everyone was all over the place and now Amuné of all people were down here with this woman. Ethan had no choice but to hold her at sword point now, at least until he was absolutely certain his little companion was out of harm's way. Hearing Amuné argue only made his heart tighten, closing his eyes momentarily and exhaling as he tried to keep himself settled. She was in too much danger here, yet by the sounds of it she couldn't return to the deck either. She had to find Cecil, he could keep her safe and then they could flee. Job or not this was no longer worth the risk, there was a very real chance they might not get out of here if this continued. "Find Cecil and get back on deck, I'll be up in a minute," he urged her, trying to smile despite his nerves getting to him. There was no knowing what the best course of acting was now, they were flying blind here.

"What...? Men using magic? Men in suits...?" What was so familiar about that? Furrowing his brow he gasped when he made the connection, thinking back to their initial meeting with Cecil; four men wearing suits and carrying an assortment of weapons, blown away by a large gust of wind on his behalf. Were these the same men, come back for his humiliating them? Either way they clearly were not the friendly sort, something had to be done and quick. Hearing what was going on and Amuné's voice breaking as a result was just awful, Ethan found himself yearning to race back up deck and do what he could to help. Before he could get another word in edgewise however an awful scream sounded from down below, coming from Cecil more likely than not. What was wrong? What was happening down below?

"Amuné. Cecil, [i]now[/i]." Ethan repeated, speaking through clenched teeth as his grip on his sword tightened. They couldn't wait any longer, things had gotten too out of hand. Watching as the Ydran girl fled downstairs the Muran let out a sigh, stepping over Danica and slowly crouching down, snatching up her dagger and throwing it across the room out of her reach. "Look, whatever these men are paying you for, give it up, we're only here to take back what was stolen," he explained calmly, smiling slightly as he drew his sword away to allow Danica to move, "And I'm not hurting you, I can tell you're not one of the bandits. I don't know what your deal is but we don't have any reason to fight, and you should leave, things are getting kind of bad. Just forget this ever happened." Now where did he go from here? Down to help Cecil, or up to see how the others were faring? After deliberation he opted for the former, trying to head to the stairs leading down into the bottom of the ship.

"You damn healer, what are you saving me for?! Don't be an idiot and die trying to be a hero!" Nymira shouted across the way, ducking as more ice shards were fired and tore part of the crate into splinters. Blast it all, she had maybe one cast of magic left in her before she collapsed entirely, and there were still four men. Their one saving grace were the bandits who remained fighting, though given the absurdity of that weaponry she doubted they would last long. They had maybe a minute at best before they were set upon, and at this point what could they do to fight? Even if she could reach her daggers along the far side of the boat she hardly had the energy left to wield them, running purely on adrenaline at this point. "At this point we need a miracle to beat these men, and they're not even proper Magi, how despicable..."