[center][h2][color=fff79a]Bertol[/color][/h2][/center]
Bertol let out a whistle upon the sight of the ballista arrow 'boarding' the TRUE BLUE ship. The ballista's accuracy is better than he'd thought. And that's before complimenting about the craftswork of the arrow. [i]Quite brilliant fireworks this one makes.[/i]

The corner of his sight caught a glimpse of someone standing too casually at the back of the ship. Too suspicious for someone to relax at one corner of the ship, not to mention inappropriate. [color=fff79a]"It isn't a good thing for someone to go slacking off in a crew..."[/color] Bertol grabbed a rope from the rigging, carrying his staff by his shoulders, swinging down the TRUE BLUE's quarter deck. His left hand had maintained his grasp on the Moon Materia.

Boarding the TRUE BLUE, he swung out his staff in a whirling arc, clobbering a crew member of the enemy ship on the head. [i]Time to move.[/i] A familiar chuck of rock appeared beside the yellow-haired man, as Bertol sent it towards the back of the ship, on the direction to the one who was slacking off in the ship. [i]You can slack off all you want in the afterlife, fool.[/i] He let out a smirk, getting a firm one-handed grip on his staff.