If there was one immediate change that had been noticeable in the battle, it was that slavers and soldiers alike were avoiding their little group like the plague. The slavers, in fact, had gone from being on the precipice of victory to a complete route as word of their leader’s defeat spread throughout their ranks. If the Kingdom’s soldiers had time to get their act together at that point, they could likely wipe them out with superior numbers. Thankfully, with both armies still confused, their path through the portside town was straightforward. It took mere minutes before they were standing before the docks. [color=crimson]“There she is!”[/color] Siobhan pointed to the fishing boat they’d sailed here in. It had probably been kept under guard after their ‘capture’, but after the fighting began was probably forgotten. Leaping onto the boat from the docks, the Captain of two waved for her crew to join her. [color=crimson]”Hurry up then, things’ll get messy if they’re allowed to gather their wits.”[/color] [color=DeepSkyBlue]”I thought I was eating him?”[/color] Came the grumbled reply, no real bite to the words as Kailani jumped into the little fishing boat. It was still so small, especially compared to the pirates’ boat. That was fine though. [i]Soon.[/i] [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Didn’t even get any cake either…”[/color] [color=lightgreen]”You won’t eat anyone if we get overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Also, what’s with the obsession with cake? Seems pretty weird for a cannibal.”[/color] Mushuro had just enough strength to help propel himself along as they made a beeline for the little boat and then slump over in it, though it was an improvement from the near-paralyzed state he’d been in before. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Well I don’t [i]only[/i] eat people! That’d be unhealthy. But Siobhan kept telling me how great cake is - I’ve never had it!”[/color] Seeing that her crew had boarded their modest vessel, Siobhan wasted no time in drawing the anchor and hoisting the sails. She didn’t know if the Queen or whoever was commanding this battle would still want her head or not, but there was little advantage in sticking around to find out. Besides, she was almost [i]certain[/i] they would still want to see Mushuro executed for everything he’d done while under the effects of his allergy. Watching the coastline shrink as they drifted out further, the redhead’s eyes shifted slowly towards the far larger vessel of the slavers who had attacked this town. It’d have been cool if they could’ve taken such a huge ship, but she had sadly damaged its central mast. Besides, it would take way more than the three of them to operate it. Taking the wheel in her hand, they slowly made their way past seemingly disabled galleon and embattled town. Dozens of rowboats could be seen returning to the slaver vessel, though she had to wonder how they would retreat with their mast damaged as it was. It was only after a good few minutes that she realized [i]retreat[/i] wasn’t their only goal, illustrated by the wave that swept up over the side of [i]The Coral Skipper.[/i] Turning, the redhead narrowed her eyes at the opposing ship, its numerous cannons now leveled at them. [color=crimson]”Fuck me,”[/color] She muttered, balling her still gloved fists in preparation to play defense for them until they were able to escape. Mushuro stepped up beside Siobhan, having recovered more of his strength as they escaped, radiating cocky confidence from beneath his mask. [color=lightgreen]”Nah nah, it’s fine! Leave this part to me! I’ve been waiting to get some real payback on these guys for forever now!”[/color] As the first barrage of cannonfire came in, Mushuro gripped his swords tight, then unleashed both in a spectacular burst of power almost on the same level as the attacks he’d used against the Royal Guards, a blast of air pressure once again redirecting cannon balls back at their source and smashing into the slaver’s ship. [color=lightgreen]”HA! Take that you bunch of...bunch of…[/color] Mushuro paused and fell over again, apparently overdoing it once more. Siobhan moved to quickly catch him this time, smiling down in appreciation of her new swordsman’s skill and power, even in such a weakened state. [hr] “Die...you bitch!” Barca muttered beneath his breath, blood pouring from his twisted and broken face as he used what remained of the central mast for support. Most of his crew had returned to the vessel by this point, and when he could finally stand, he had immediately ordered them to open fire on the departing fishing ship. While she might have been stronger than him on land, there was no way that little boat would be able to withstand the power of a full broadside from- Were their cannonballs returning to them? “No,” muttered Barca, a feeling of dread washing over him. He knew that technique. He’d seen it plenty of times before, a skill known by only one individual within the armada. “M-Mu-” The deck was hammered by the return fire as the other slavers began to panic at the increasing amount of damage their vessel continued to sustain. [i]The Nathaniel Creed[/i] had never looked so rough, with part of the main deck having now been blasted away, exposing the gunnery deck and the gunpowder below as a lantern fell to the ground, the spark of its flame flashing in Barca’s swollen eye. “Mushuro, you traitorous piece of-” [hr] The night’s sky erupted in a series of flashes that caused Siobhan to briefly avert her eyes, the great galleon being rocked by a series of explosions that finished off the once intimidating symbol of oppression. Broken nearly in half by the successive blasts, it quickly began to dip beneath the waves. [color=crimson]”...Now [i]that’s[/i] a proper counterattack there, boyo,”[/color] Siobhan complimented Mushuro, his arm pulled over her shoulder as she helped him to stand. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Proper? That was [i]awesome[/i]!”[/color] Kailani practically bounced in place beside the two, clapping her hands together. [color=DeepSkyBlue]”Storm, you were totally right about him being strong Siobhan! … Well, if it wasn’t already obvious!”[/color]