[center][h3][color=lightblue] Caesar - Who the Hell Are You? [/Color] [/h3][/center]
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Flipping below deck, Caesar ran to where he had last stashed his machete, hidden among the alcohol in the small room he used to conduct his sessions with the crew. Well, more like his drinking sessions with the Captain.

Tossing bottles around he dug out the blade just as everything went flying. A quick planting of his feet against the door frame kept him standing, but damn if he hasn't nearly cut off his hand.

[Color=lightblue]"DAMMIT DIRK!"[/COLOR] He yelled, struggling to right himself as the ship tipped back into normal position.

It was then that he was thrown back into the hallway when something crashed into the ship's hull right underneath him.

A snarl escaped his throat as he rushed deeper into the hold, reaching the impact site in seconds.

[Color=lightblue]"Eh? Who the body hell are you?"[/color] he asked in confusion as he spied the five strange men. [Color=lightblue]"Get the bloody hell out of the liquor and off this ship, before I stomp yer brains out."[/color]

With a flourish he sliced his machete down, sending a wave of electro infused force straight at Violet.

[Color=lightblue]"Why's it always gotta be midgets?"[/color] he muttered.