[b]"HOLD STEADY! WE'LL GET OUT OF THIS GOD FORSAKEN STORM YET, AND LEAVE A TRAIL BEHIND US!"[/b] As Horatio charged up to the main deck, the defiant cries of the commander were heard. Joey only had but a brief glimpse of the man in action, the human whirling dervish hacking his way through whatever looked ugly and unfriendly. It was quite inspiring, actually. Joey may've not considered himself to be the most heroic fellow, but he loved a good scrap. And looking about the mayhem unfolding on the deck, he couldn't help but join in. 

"Aye, sir!" He called, rushing into the fray. He targeted a harpy, one noticeably smaller than the one he had to wrestle below deck. Already sprinting at full tilt, he lept through the air, securing his legs firmly around its neck. The forward momentum of a 170 pound man could most likely put you on your back if you're not prepared for it, as the Earthshaper was so quick to prove with the unorthodox tackle. The harpy, stunned and dazed from such a rush, was at his mercy. Joey had to work quick, brandishing his blade to perform a case of shivs into the bird's abdomen. Even if it could survive the barrage of stabs, he was sure to make sure it wouldn't fight back, not without its guts spilling all over the place. 

He rolled away from his defeated opponent, as the ship was forced to make a hasty descent. It didn't take much for him to notice the sand and dust kicking up along the sides of the aircraft. [i]"Corr! Gives me a chance to refill my sack!"[/i] He ran alongside the metal railings, dragging his open hands through the airborne dirt. Passing a hand through dust might've felt like playing with smoke to some, but for Horatio it was comparable to collecting a handful of snow. He collected a decent sample for his sack, patted his clothes down with some (for extra insurance), and launched a quick shot of the stuff at another harpy, just because. 

[b]"BACK INTO THE SHIP! NOW! EVERYONE INTO THE SHIP, TO THE STAIRS!"[/b] The Commander called again. Sounded like recess was ending. Joey took a second to survey the battlefield in that time, noticing the towering girl protecting others with a formidable shield, the male Hydromancer conjuring his own lightning storm, and the crossbow wielding Alchemist needing a distraction. Using two hands, Joey collected what looked to be a snowball-sized clump of sand and bolted towards her, taking a second to remember her name. 

"Ling! Cover your face!" As she stared down a drake, Joey launched the ball at her feet, the deceivingly compact sphere creating a large shroud between her and the beast. This left the dragon disoriented and blind, and left Joey beside the girl. "Can you see?" He cleared a path for her in case she couldn't. "Get below deck, i'll be right behind ya!" She nodded and sped off, with Joey fast on her heels. And just in time, too. As Joey gave a glance back at the dragon, he could see a spew of flame cutting through his fabricated dust storm. He had the urge to rush back and shove a clod of earth down the lizard's gullet, but figured he'd be concerned for his personal well being, just this once.