Merek looked about the docks and at the other squads that had arrived before them along with those that were just arriving. Most of them were just as varied as the squad Merek was placed in, although, there were quite a few dotted about that were essentially filled with magic users or heavies and the like. He wondered if all the squads would be called together for battles or just a few. He could see quite a few locals that had been hired to help with the increased workload, how they would have ever thought the small number of soldiers on each ship would be willing to help load things onto the ships was a mystery. Merek had found that after a few weeks on a ship you weren't exactly eager to quicken the time it took to get you back onto it. 

After waiting a small while, a largely undamaged ship came into harbour. The 'Raggaton' it was called, a strange name as far as Merek knew, he'd always heard of ships being called things like 'The Ann-Marie' or 'The Beagle' and names like that. The 'Raggaton' had a sort of barbaric edge to it. Suffice to say it was better a better name for a ship than the woman down the road or her pet dog's name. A small shot of glee went through Merek as he discovered the squad had the chance to board the Raggaton. The shot soon faded and was replaced with a similar surge of shock as he realised that the highly flammable and explosive munitions were being loaded onto the ship. They would be a prime target for anyone who had a few cannons and a good shot. He restrained himself from expressing the shock on his face. A small quarrel went on between the sergeant and the man calling out which squads went where. Merek wasn't too pleased with the result. They were to fight a squad of tank-like heavies which wasn't too much of a concern up until it was revealed they weren't to use weapons. He hoped the allied heavies would at least attract the attention of a few of them.

He unclipped the belt holding his sheath up and laid it on the same supply crate that Hunter had. He also took the bow and quiver from his back and laid them next to his sword. He had to think of something he could do and quick. He had the idea to try and floor one of them by using his cloak as a sort of net to go around the heavies head. It was a pretty risky strategy and would leave him vulnerable after the attack along with during it if the heavy managed to counter his attack. He decided to only use it if it was an emergency. For the moment he decided to just use his fists. He held his fists up in a defensive position, but soon decided it would probably be better do dodge the heavies rather than try to defend against a full on punch from them. This decision was confirmed when he saw they began to run towards the squad. He leaped and rolled out of the way of one of the charging heavies and went for a flying punch on one of the charging ones to the side of him. It connected, with his gauntlet helping him a great deal in the damage department and leaving a gash on the heavies face. As he landed he felt a strong pain in his side which sent him flying to the floor behind the heavy. The heavy had swung his fist around in retaliation and caught Merek's side, the heavy was also wearing gauntlets that were bigger and heavier than Merek's. Merek rolled over onto his other side slowly, he saw something he wished he hadn't, the heavy slowly made his way over to Merek, stumbling halfway through, Merek had slightly dazed him. Merek took advantage of the situation and got up as quickly as he could. His side hurt like he'd just been donkey kicked. He gathered himself as quickly as he could and readied himself to dodge.