[center][color=2e3192][h1]Prime[/h1][/color]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/wnYn4GT.jpg[/img]

[color=2e3192]Timing is the operative word.[/color][/center]
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Honestly, things had escalated much faster than Prime had anticipated. It was not within the intel that this newcomer would show up and interfere with the mission that he was charged with. It was annoying to say the least, and honestly, even though he knew that his charge could handle herself well enough when a fight broke out, it would be his ass on the line if something happened when it was his job to provide support.

Actually, what was probably more annoying than that was that the loud newcomer had alerted a certain pirate to their. . . . well. . . . to Sil's presence. He was still shrouded in the shadows. That wouldn't last for too long however when he noticed that someone was blasting water behind them while they fled beneath the ship. He would have to move fast. 3 squads would be the way to go.

In a flash, Prime communicated his directives to. . . . himself. . . Anyway, his clones split into three groups with 4 going below deck and one remaining above to assist the originator. On the deck, Prime watched the combat unfold before his eyes, waiting for the proper moment to make his entrance. It didn't take long luckily. His moment came when their newfound opponent made a grab for his ally. From the duel pistols in his hands, a hail of bullets erupted, blasting forth and either driving his enemy back or cutting through them with a deadly force. At the same moment he did so, the power of magic flowed through his body amplifying the level of gravity in that exact area by several fold. This would make it much harder to just dodge and would likely force them to either tank or directly strike at the bullets.

The instant after he fired, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFwdZZsLlVQ]Prime stepped from the shadows, a grin plastered on his face[/url] as he looked at his ally Sil.

[color=2e3192]"Kept you waiting, huh?"[/color]
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Below deck, the secondary and tertiary teams split with 3 heading toward the pirate that was trying to flood her own ship, much to their annoyance, while the last headed toward what he presumed to be the engine housing of the flying ship. It would take a bit for him to get there, so we'll get back to him another time and focus on the secondary team. 

Two clones remained among the shadows and trained their weapon while the "leader" of the squad stepped forward.

[color=2e3192]"Hey. I'm gonna have to ask you to give that a rest for a minute. I just wanna talk. It's important."[/color]

His tone was serious, but there was a smile on his face, indicating that his intent was not to be hostile. The leader didn't have his weapons drawn, but in the shadows, the lesser clones were standing by. They were ready to storm forward and fight at a moments notice. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.