As soon as Ma'tanza released Tzirret's shackles, he carefully slid out of them and rubbed his sore wrists. [i]"Thank you. This one forgot that magic could do that,"[/i] he commented. As Ma'tanza went around unlocking whomever else while she had the magicka, Tzirret stood up and stretched, but then found himself at a loss. He glanced to Bheja and Qa'habi, [i]"What should [/i]we[i] do?"[/i]

Rhazii didn't much care for exploring the ship at this point. He could hear people getting hurt above and he could smell blood. He kept one wide eye looking out around the hold while he held onto Ahnasha. "Mama? What is happening?" Rhazii asked, clearly frightened.

While Peiter dispatched one of the Bosmer slavers, Sabine took a less rushed approach. Her opponent was not at all a threat, especially when he clumsily dropped his sword. Sabine strode up to the Wood Elf and grabbed him up off the floor by his lapel. She was adverse to killing those who were afraid under normal circumstances, but this was a slaver, just like the rest. Her beast was hungry. She shoved him up against a wall and went for his neck, making it quick.

Sabine did not give the slaver a chance to scream, but neither did she give her beast the chance to feast just yet. She left the blood-soaked Bosmer sitting up against the wall and instead turned her attention to the hatch on the floor, grabbing onto the chain that held it closed and pulling it out with all her might.

The ambush had killed many of the crew in the first few moments. Those still sleeping would be torn apart in their hammocks. It would be over quickly unless there was an unforeseen circumstance.