In the ship's cargo hold, the remaining diver heard a strange sound, leading to him seeing a blue light. Baffled, but now on guard, he raises the grenade as the figure dropped on him. In a fit of panic, he shoved the grenade in the shirt of the attacker, then dove behind some metal crates, dragging the duffel bag with him as he went. A few moments later, and a swarm of twelve divers, all holding larger caliber guns, and some with waterproofed carbines, while others still held on to their harpoon guns, rushed down the metal stairs, taking tactical positions and training their guns on the room.

	 As the harpoons were fired, though with the smoke obscuring it, the divers were able to tell something had deflected their shots, causing them to sink into the walls and ceiling. Smirking, one turned to the others, and all at once, they tugged the harpoons back, sending a shower of plaster and ceiling tile foam at the occupant of the smoke filled room. Satisfied for the moment, they began to fan out, only for suit cases to begin moving about rather annoyingly. After one of the invaders was sent toppling onto his back towards the bow, and another took a case in the chest to the stern, the other divers closed in. As the young man rushed out, he was swiftly met with one of the more burly divers, who took the opportunity to squarely punch the runner in the face.

	The harpoons were fired. However, much to the shock of the divers, the freefired harpoons were swallowed by a momentary sphere of blackness. They began to back off in fear, and were visibly shaken when the katana was drawn. Still, one held no fear for the girl, and drew a pistol, firing a quick burst of six shots.

	The blasts of air tossed the divers into the air, causing much trauma to their bodies. In the resulting slash of air, three divers fell to the ground, and were rendered motionless- unconscious or dead. The remaining ones met the same fate as the bursts of air tore at them again. However, seven more divers were now approaching, the front three firing tethered harpoons at the Adept. From the air, however, he would see the way below decks, as well as the tiller house, from which the captain and helmsman had been ousted, and where now a diver in a more yellow suit stood holding a wickedly curved harpoon. Yes, from the air, he could see all the happenings on the top deck, including the pale girl and the one in pink fighting other divers. The figure in pink was dashing forth and back, seeming to attempt to disable and disarm the four divers before him with strikes against the arm and a few kicks to the face, with the occasional leg sweep from his spear.