As the pistol smoke started to dissipate, Reemes watched a massive bubble form around the big flying dog thing. Well, shooting through that magic was just not going to work. That was all fine enough as far as he was concerned though. He wondered if that big thing needed to breathe and hoped to the Great Watery Lady it did. It would use up all its air in no time at all and start to choke and suffer like the horrible beastie it was. If the bubble ever went down... Well, he had a few cannon with that damned thing's name on it. For now though, he needed a better way to put lead on target to all these bastards and gashes. No need to assume they all didn't know their fathers or were men. He couldn't tell which set of swinging dangles or meaty holes they might have, he would need to make sure he didn't assume when he started screaming again. 

His thoughts were stopped by the loud mouthed wolf making a proper fuss about being stuck in the floating magic sphere. Ha, he should be upset. He was about to become the biggest coat on the planet. The caterwauling scroon howled like the massive bitch it was. Reemes felt something tickle in his head but found the whole thing rather silly. You don't get in the head of Calico Reemes. Many had tried and all those who had succeeded regretted that dearly. Reemes shot the beastie a set of bared teeth and howled right back at it, his mad imitation audible over the howling gale like an echo of the wolf's terrible wail. With that, he turned and darted across the icy deck. As he passed by Dyn, who was coming over to have a better look at the bubbled beast he shouted some encouragement to him, "Saws'em up'en y'can, y'orrible dangin' bollock!" with a hop and a cackle he grabbed the rigging of the mast and scrambled up to the edge of the crow's nest like a monkey. On his way up he noticed the scarred up killie that had done a little dance and touched a bunch of folks. Well, everyone but him pretty much. "No touches fer ol'Calico, eh? I see 'ow y'are! You'll 'ave t'make it up t'me!" he hollered out across the wind to her as he heared the top of the mask and howled with mad laughter. He reached the top the pirate saw it was occupied by a very confused looking kitten and gave her a wink. He hooked his left arm in a rope to steady himself and leaned out for good ol'fashioned killing. 

With one arm holding the ropes and his feet planted on the mast, his body sticking out at an extreme angle, he took aim. " 'ere y'are y'squigly scroons'r'trills!" he tilted his arm to the side as the recoil would cause the muzzle of his weapon to jump in a horizontal(horizontal to him at least) sweep and sight up the second of the serpents. His thumbed and shot the first serpent, taking a little more care with that shot, then used the muzzle jump to sight in the second and fire away his last shot at the other serpent. 

His first, and the more important one, hit it's mark for sure and that made the dead man very happy. Of course, his pistol was empty now and smoking with the quickness with which he had expended the shells. " 'old fer me, kitty." he called back over his shoulder and tossed the weapon back over his shoulder into the the crow's nest with Nemiea and snatched the other pistol from his belt with a practiced hand. Hammer back and ready to make more corpses. Oh, this was just so much fun. 


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Reemes uses his cunning action to dash and go up the rigging to the edge of the crow's nest and hooking himself there with a rope and occupying his left arm. Then leaning out like an insane person, he shot at both serpents using his dead eye on the first one to gain advantage and hitting with a roll of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2816]27[/url] and dealing [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2818]5[/url] from the attack and [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2819]8[/url] damage from the sneak attack. The second shot was more haphazard at a roll of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2817]16[/url] and if it hits it would deal [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2820]7[/url] damage. With his pistol out of bullets he drops it into the crow's nest and draws the other. 

HP:37/69
Grit:1/3
Pistol 1:0/4
Pistol 2:4/4
Second Wind: EXPENDED
Action Surge: READY
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