Kailani, for her part, had been quite content sitting on the sidelines beside Captain Guntag. Actually, she had been talking to him quite animatedly through the whole fight, not seeming concerned with any danger - half interrogating Guntag about the town and half commentating on the fight, her speech sprinkled with cheers for her own Captain.

When at last the monster of a man fell the bronze skinned girl leapt to her feet, dusting her shorts off before waving to Guntag. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Nice meeting you! Don’t stay on the road too long, there’s other pirates coming!”[/color] Picking up her dented helmet trophy Kailani quite happily trotted after Siobhan to go investigate Mushuro, and the building he was currently occupying. Plus, she couldn’t help but congratulate the taller woman.

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”Good work, Chief!”[/color]

Offering her shipwright a warm smile, the redhead reached out to scruffle her hair before returning her focus to the structure ahead. Stepping through it the hole where the entrance once was, her eyes immediately fell over the prone form of the swordsman she had only moments earlier been engaged in a life threatening battle with.

The sight of icing smeared over him and and the rest of the store as well as that particular type of floury dough caused Siobhan to pause, glancing over her shoulder at Kailani. It was...probably best she didn’t say anything.

[color=crimson]”...Let’s get him up and conscious, then.”[/color]

Moving to hoist him out of the obliterated remains of what was probably once a display case, she decided that in order to wake him, a delicate approach would be required.

[color=crimson]”RISE AN’ SHINE, YA MAGGOT!”[/color] She screamed in his face, slapping him across the face repeatedly.

Mushuro blinked himself awake shakily, then snapped at her hand as she slapped him again.

[color=lightgreen] “Barca you bastard I’ll bite that hand off and really feed the rest of you to a Sea King if you don’t cut it out!”[/color]

Siobhan reflexively jerked her hand away, thankfully avoiding getting bitten. Being around Fishmen most of her life made her particularly good at that, to be certain. Still, he was awake now and that was the important thing!

[color=crimson]”Barca? Am I to guess that’s who had ya raggin’ like a rabid dog earlier?”[/color] Siobhan quirked her brow, taking a step back so he could see that she wasn’t whoever he was thinking of. After the hit he took, he’d probably be dizzy for a while. Admittedly, her method of rousal wasn’t too gentle either.

[color=lightgreen]”Huh...ugh...so...I’m guessing you’re not with the Barca or the Cheribo Army, or I’d be dead...Am I dead? I feel like I’m dead.”[/color]

He only looked at her even more confused when she didn’t seem to know who Barca was at all.

[color=lightgreen] “Yeah, a real lousy guy and the head of all the slavers on the [i]Nathaniel Creed[/i], Whip Fang Barca. Originally he pretended to be a real nice guy, talking about how pirates were free and we’d sail the seas seeing the world together. It was only later I found out what a monster he really is. But well, I have this allergy see? If I eat meat aside from fish, I get crazy mad and rampage even stronger and faster than normal until I tire out like I did here. Ever since Barca found out about it,  he’s been keeping me chained up and starving me so that he can make me go berserk and wipe out his enemies for him with my allergy. I...don’t know how long it’s been, or how many towns and lives I’ve…”[/color]

Mushuro trailed off, slumped and feeling exhausted and defeated from way more than just having been kicked through a bakery.

[color=lightgreen]”Like I said, he’s a real bastard.”[/color] 

[color=crimson]”So he made ya a slave, in other words,”[/color] Siobhan noted.

Good, he didn’t seem to be too hurt...at least [i]physically[/i]. She didn’t think she would break him too badly, but it wouldn’t be the first time that she underestimated how much force she was using. She had a bad history with that. In his “berserk” state back there, he was pretty much a danger to everyone...including himself, in many ways.

Reaching her hand out to help him to his feet, the redhead offered him a beaming grin. [color=crimson]”Well, ya need not worry yourself with him now, since you’re goin’ to be [i]my[/i] swordsman from here on!”[/color]

The sounds of gunfire growing ever closer caused her eyes to shift slightly to the side. [color=crimson]”Well, okay...ya might need to worry about him for just a wee bit longer.”[/color]

Mushuro looked at her disbelieving, finally remembering to pull his half-mask over the bottom of his face.

[color=lightgreen]”Hmph. Hold on a second, just who do you think you are? Just because you knocked me out when I’d been starved and unable to train for I-dunno-how-long and accidentally free me from Barca, you expect me to join you? Sorry, but after what happened to me last time I might need some more proof before I sign up with [i]anyone[/i].”[/color]

The redhead blinked at this for a moment, before turning slightly to the side in order to reveal the shark fin on her back. [color=crimson]”I’m Grace D. Siobhan, and if your worryin’ that I might be a slaver, well…”[/color]

She could’ve shown him her brand, but she felt like it’d be a little weird to go stripping off right here, all things considering. This situation was probably moving more than fast enough for his tastes as it was.

[color=crimson]”I don’t have the best history with the slavin’ types, let’s leave her at that,”[/color] she exhaled, folding her arms beneath her chest. She should’ve figured not everyone would be [i]quite[/i] so eager as Kailani to join her. Still, at least she wouldn’t have to bail this guy out of a marriage...probably.

Thumbing over her shoulder at the approaching battle, her lips slid into a smirk. [color=crimson]”Now, you’ll be forgivin’ me if I’m a bit presumptuous-like, but I’d be willin’ to bet you’re pretty worn out right now. Maybe too much to make it out of this alive on your own?”[/color]

[color=crimson]”Given the tendency for me foot to find itself lodged up the arse end of slavin’ scum like this Barca anyway, what if I were to take him down an’ help you escape?”[/color]

Mushuro sighed and what little energy and defiance was left in him went out of him completely. For a minute he just looked tired, staring down at the floor. Then, he slowly let a grin spread over his face as he looked back up at Siobhan [color=lightgreen]“Alright, you have my cooperation for now. But there is one thing…”[/color]

[color=lightgreen]“After we beat Barca and all of his men into paste, I promised I’d feed him to a Sea King.”[/color]

Siobhan blinked for a moment at his rather specific request, scratching the side of her face in careful thought for a moment. She then glanced over her shoulder at the shorter girl behind her, smiling slightly.

[color=crimson]”Would feedin’ him to Kailani here be okay?”[/color]

I mean, that sounded scarier than a Sea King to Siobhan, at least! Plus, maybe she wouldn’t ask about the cake…

Said girl nearly bounced in place in excitement, hugging the helmet to her chest as she nodded so enthusiastically her dark brown bangs seemed to be bouncing on their own. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Oh, oh, yes! That’s a good idea! Siobhan said I probably wouldn’t be able to eat many people out here - which is, you know, weird since there’s [i]so[/i] many - but it’s a delicacy where I’m from!”[/color] Kailani flashed Mushuro a beaming grin, just to pause and tilt her head.

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”... Though, I usually only eat [i]corpses[/i], but I suppose if it’s that important,”[/color] Kailani raised a hand to tap at her bottom lip thoughtfully, the other still cradling the helmet close to her. She shrugged. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”I mean, I guess he’d die pretty quickly anyway!”[/color]

She then raised a bronze hand to wave. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”... Oh, and hi! I’m Kailani.”[/color]

Mushuro was grateful that his facemask prevented the two female pirates from seeing how nauseated he felt at the idea of a person eating another person alive, but then again the fact that it’d happen to Barca helped to steel his resolve.

[color=lightgreen]”Uhh...sure I guess? Just...for now shouldn’t we focus on actually getting out of here alive and beating Barca’s invasion force?[/color] 

Siobhan offered him a simple nod in reply, turning immediately to the sounds of battle that had found their way to the site of their little fight. Slavers - dozens of them - were clashing with the royal army, and were winning by the looks of things. So disorganized and shaken by Mushuro’s attack were they that their discipline and morale had never really recovered.

It was admittedly quite a smart move, taking advantage of their “secret weapon’s” rampage like that. But these smallfry weren’t what interested her.

[color=crimson]”Hmm...so which one is Barca?”[/color] The redhead muttered to herself.

Most of them looked pretty unimpressive. In fact, it took her a solid minute of scanning the warzone before her eyes settled on the looming figure of a man who came storming into view. Standing at about ten feet in height, he carried himself with the distinct pride of one who commanded a large ship and crew. His fair blonde hair was drawn back in a ponytail, and the light of the moon glinted off his golden hazel eyes. He was stout, yet also muscular, but most notable of all was the weapon he carried.

Cutting through the air with enough speed and force to cause the wind to whistle audibly, the whip in his hand seemed to shimmer with a silvery light as it danced. Almost seeming like a thin piece of metal more than a proper whip, it effortlessly sliced through soldiers, fortifications and any bullets that were sent his way.

Kailani, head tilting to one side, then the other, finally leaned over to comment to Siobhan in her usual cheerful voice, [color=DeepSkyBlue]”I think it’s the big one! … There’s going to be leftovers.”[/color]

Mushuro nodded, his frown evident from his eyebrows and face now even with the half mask. [color=lightgreen]”Yeah that’s Barca alright. That whip sword of his is tricky, and he’s not a complete pushover himself either. I could have taken him on if he hadn’t turned on me right after finding out about my allergy and starved me between fights, but you should probably still be careful.”[/color]

“S-stay out of melee, stay out of-” One unfortunate officer shouted desperately before the bladed whip cleaved his skull clean in half. No matter what obstacle he faced, the massive warrior seemed to wade through them with the most contemptible of ease...though never without the support of his crew beside him, Siobhan noted.

Tapping her chin in thought for a moment, the redhead smiled. [color=crimson]”He’s a fast one, sure. But he avoids havin’ too much fire ever focused on him at once.”[/color]

Glancing over to Mushuro, she nudged her head towards the many slavers that had assembled at the man’s flanks. There were quite a large number of them, all things considered. Well, she knew how to rectify [i]that[/i], at least. As for Barca himself...well, there [i]should[/i] be a barrel around here somewhere, surely.

[color=crimson]”Kailani, watch over our man here. [i]Don’t[/i] eat him,”[/color] Siobhan glanced over to her shipwright for a moment before skipping out of the hole in the wall of the partially collapsed store.

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”Why do you assume I’ll eat him?! He’s still alive, [i]and[/i] - you know what, nevermind.”[/color] Kailani pouted, though continued to bounce on her feet even as she waved after Siobhan. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Have fun! Look for cake for me!”[/color] With her piece said the bronze skinned girl turned to Mushuro, looking him over curiously. He looked … odd compared to what she was used to, which was honestly not that surprising. Everything did out here in the wide world.

[color=DeepSkyBlue]”So… what animal did you skin for that outfit?”[/color]

[color=Lightgreen]”It’s called a panda, and I didn’t actually skin it, I bought the outfit and I think it’s a realistic fake.”[/color]