[@Crimson Lion][@grandia20]
Bill turned to face his cook and the stranger at the tavern, really face them, take everything in.  With a sigh he lowered his head and looked at the dirt between his fingers.  "No.  I'm sorry.  There's no need for you two apologize.  Neither of you could've known.  It's not like the Legion pirates come here often enough.  If anyone's to blame it's me.  I should've just left that one to drink till he got mad and laid my whole tavern to waste.  It would've beat what's about to happen."

The man under the purple haired woman's hand slowly became still.  She eased the pressure just enough to let him get a bit of air into his system, but not enough to let him regain any level of strength. "And exactly what," she said, turning her attention to Bill's conversation.  "Is going to happen?"

"What?"  Bill picked up a tiny pebble and tossed it at the black remains of his tavern.  "Destroy the village.  How?"  Another stone.  This one somehow managed to hit the one window not in pieces.  It bounced off with a tink.  "I'm not sure.  All we know is they kept warning us not to make them really mad or they'd trap everyone here and crush us beneath their feet."

"Hmmm."  Abbygail arched turned to the two men declaring their intent on stopping the legion pirates.  "Well, I have nothing better to do so I'm definitely down to help you guys out."  She smiled.  "Only question is where do we go from here?"

"I don't know."  Bill, William, the bartender, the tavern owner, shook his head.  "Nobody knows where the legion pirates come from, only that they arrive like locus and nothing is as good after they're done."

"I wasn't talking to you."  Abbygail said, releasing enough pressure on her prisoner's neck further.  He coughed, and tried to sit up.  She let him get a few inches off the ground before slamming him back down.  "I'm talking to this guy, right here."

[@Shiyonichi]
"Individuality!"  The two pirates barked in laughter.  Their voices synced up so perfectly, an orchestra leader would be begging at their feet, had they the slightest bit of singing talent.  "Individuality!"  The said, the sounds that were there voices moved together in such a way that it was hard to believe that two people had actually just spoke.  "What's that?  We're all just products of the world around, ugly stones formed by the pressure of a thousand variables.  What you call freedom, drive, it's nothing more than one domino moving after another."  The two men's posture relaxed.  "End us, you say?  That's a laugh.  You couldn't end us with the finest blades."  They didn't bother to move as the swordsman turned her attention to the docks, only turned their heads in the direction she was focusing on.  

One by one, new towers of smoke built their way towards the sky as the boats were lit on fire.  More than smoke, screams filled the air.  Men, women and children were kicked off the burning ships.  Some were given the privileged of swimming for their lives.  Most weren't even given that.  The legion pirates who weren't busy igniting fires or holding keeping the owners from getting on board their ships, clung to the backs of the villagers, doing their best to pull them down into the warm ocean water.  

[@Noodles]  
The men watched with clenched rears as the stones they tossed sailed in the air towards the woman's head.  The thing was, instead of her collapsing with blood pouring out of her skull, she went boom.  It wasn't a big boom, but it was enough to crush their hopes.  One The stones flew back towards the pirates, with one smashing into the pirate's head hard enough to crumple him into a heap.  The other ducked.

Instinct told them the magnetic man to run.  Passion told him to charge.  The two forces hit and he found himself stuck in between them like Godzilla and Thor pushing a building towards each other.  That is, until the woman's spear came into range.  Behind his eyes, he saw himself, there standing with his arms raised during the charge.  "I don't want to die!"  He shouted at the top of his voice.  His hands laced together and he brought his arms down, hoping to get the sniper in the back of the head.  Then, he'd finish her when she was done.  At least that's what he would've done had the woman actually charged instead of just tossing her spear.  Instead, all he had time to do was squeak before everything went white.

The survivor hesitated for a moment before figuring he only lived once and jumped to his feet and charged.  


[@Crimson Lion][@grandia20] 
"You really wanna know?"  The legion pirate, # 101, said behind his steel.  "Fine, I'll tell you.  Just come closer."

Abbygail didn't come closer.  Instead, she grabbed hold of the man's mask, her fingers digging into the steel, and yanked it backwards, hard enough to snap the straps that kept it in place, revealing a pale faced man with jet black hair and a beard that didn't seem capable of fitting inside the mask's limited area.  His eyes were the color of Abbygail's steel and they were dancing with mirth.  "You're a feisty one. I like that. "  The pressure on his throat instantly tightened.  "I'll tell you!"  He wheezed.  "Just ease up."  The woman with the purple hair did, but only enough to let him talk.  "You see the docks over there?  How all the ships are being burned and all the passengers slayed or drowned?  Well, there's a reason why that one big one isn't being touched."  

The Legion pirate grinned up at Abbygail with brown teeth.  He stopped when she hit him.