Breathing, breathing is good. Slow, like the sand. Still, like the earth. Coiling, like a gyser. Erupt, like an earthquake!

They had the moment to leap before the ships collided, but they were still aiming for the gap of the upturned docking ramp and not a wide target would it be. For just a moment he wished he spoke with the spirits of the wind to guide them all in rather than the spirits of the earth so very far away. But there was always his specialty, he spoke to the metals and they spoke back. 

He called out to the steel, reaching out to the metal and beckoning for it to reach back to him by opening the ramp, if even a few inches. He called to the chains, letting them be like vines to swing from. Thick fingers found purchase in a length of links and he swung in as a living flail head meant to smash through the deckhands. 

"We need to kill them and preferably now!"

Victory would only be achieved with shock and awe. Larach could think of nothing more awe inspiring than a half ton horse crashing through the air and breaking the big brass bell hanging from the wall. As he unfurled himself, he really hoped that was the alarm to the rest of the ship he broke and not just the dinner bell. He got up just in time to be knocked off his feet again as the ships collided.