[center][h2]Camille Mahroug - Timber![/h2][/center] 

Upon witnessing the events unfolding right under Camille's little feet, the young critter quickly took notice of the captain's shadow suddenly appearing over her small figure. She turned her head to acknowledge him, blinking a couple of times before giving him an innocent child's smile of happiness. She tried to make it appear as sincere as possible, though the young man's demeanor didn't really appear all that threatening to her, he actually seemed kind of alright. He was hot, obviously, but seemed also kind of douchie. Though there was no time for fantasies, given she'd actually be into the male gender (ooohhhhhhhhhhh mystery), he wanted some silly fight. 

"[b]Tee hee, I'll kick your butt pretty boy![/b]" 

But before she coudl stand up to have a little fun, and even bigger shade overshadowed the two. It wasn't Patel's tentacles, oh no, it was that massive bomb Light had taken out. Camille turned again and looked down to capture a glimpse of what may have created that thing. It was that cartoon girl, the famous one who invaded Camille's home a while back. She was coming back for more, aye? Normally Camille would be quite freaked out considering how much pain it took to dispose of that fighter, but the mind dampening effects of the dreamworld did have some effect on the little girl's common sense. 

"[b]No I wanna kill her instead![/b]"

She insisted to the captain, giving off murder as a casual thing in the process. However before Camille could leap out from the crow's next... BOOM! A giant projectile going at the speed of sound crashed in the middle of the ship's deck, piercing it clean, destroying most of it in the process. The sail's post would inevitably fall, prompting Camille to panic for a second, since well nothing made sense to her at this point. Speedy guy here, bomb cartoon there, random projectile everywhere. But she quickly snapped out of it and let her instinct drive her. She pressed her foot against the falling log of wood as she controlled her fall, allowing her to use the speed of sound to reach Ann's position fairly quickly. Ann would meet up with a panting Camille, the technique had evidently sucked out a lot of stamina from here. 

"[b]*pant*Hey Ann... This idea *pantpant* wasn't so hot.. After all! Wheeeewww![/b]" 

She'd say as they stood on one half of the boat, a half that could easily capsize, sink or simply break down after the tremendous damage it took from the THOR weapon. Camille held her friend's forearm rather tightly in order to keep her balance but also to drag her in if she were to do an emergency escape. One thing Camille should be praised for would be her altruistic nature toward she holds dear, and in this world Ann was very important to her.