[@Noodles]
Paco's bullets hit the on coming spear dead on.  Each bullet struck the head, with the intent of causing the explosive to alter course, and once again cause problems for the Swordsman, the one the two had identified as the real threat of the group. However, instead of veering off course like it should've, the projectile's rear end exploded like a moose that ate too much of something a moose's digestive system wasn't designed for and propelled the weapon forwards at a far greater speed than was customarily possible for a human to attain. Normally, someone would've panicked in these circumstance, and Paco did panic, but it was a short lived panic like upon reaching your home and thinking you lost your keys somewhere down the road, only to realize you were fishing around in the wrong pocket.  

Once again, he dropped the guns, aimed at the woman's chest and fired two shots.  The guns fell from the man's hands, and his fists tensed at his side.  For a split second, he somehow seemed larger than before.  That was all he had time for before the explosive projectile reached his destination, and detonated.
  

[@Shiyonichi]
The blades clashed and the long armed swordsman felt painful vibrations shoot down into his arm, and up into his shoulders like a billion ants had burrowed their way into his skin and trying to stampede their way across his body.  Understanding dawned him in an instant.  He assumed, wrongly, his strength was far superior to the woman's, but it wasn't, at least not on the level he assumed it to be.  Victory wouldn't come as easily as knocking his opponent back and following through with a unrelenting force.

Eyes narrowed, He grit his teeth, ignoring the pain as best he could, and putting his shoulder into it, because it wouldn't do any good if he couldn't at least hold  his ground.  He cracked a smile.  It was like ice cubes dropping into a warm drink.  "Shigan" he whispered. Then, as quickly as only a swordsman was capable of moving, his other arm lashed out, and his finger pierced itself into the woman's shoulder.   

Not letting giving his opponent a chance to react, the man surged forwards, finger pulling itself out of Red-Eye's shoulder, and moving to wrap around her throat.


[@Crimson Lion][@grandia20]
The giant of an old man, at least by human standards soughed at the redhead's words.  "Damn pirates, arrogant and stupid in any day and age."  His face didn't exactly break into a grim, but the corner of his mouth twisted upwards in the slightest.  "Which is fine by me, means I don't have to waste time trying to teach you to know your place."  With that his light brown eyes narrowed, as he turned his attention to the covered up man with the barrels.

"Pirates," he muttered as he tensed his arms back, and flung them forwards, creating two blades of air that shot to, and then past the barrels the man had launched, straight for his opponent.  Without hesitating, the giant of a marine disappeared out of sight and reappeared directly in front of Kyy.  "In the bag, you say?"  He didn't wait for a response, but instead brought down his massive firsts, with the intent of taking the smaller's mans arms off at the shoulders.


[@grandia20]
"Hey!"  A familiar voice called in surprise.  "Hey, you, lady with her blade in the ship.  You get over here this instant, the captain wants to talk with you and your friends."

"Why are you saying that," a woman with pink hair, and sunglasses sighed.  "It's not like she's going to believe that.  Just pick her off so we could help with the others."

"Ugh."  Her partner, with a single shot rifle rolled his eyes.  "Don't you think the captain would like some info on this group of sea dogs?"

"Nope."  The womans hook her head.  "He just wants them dead."

The man shrugged.  She had a point.  Without another word, he readied his rifle and began following the target.