[center][h1][color=662d91]Anemone[/color][/h1]
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Anemone's swing hit nothing but air as Raz quickly retreated through the doorway, that is until her weapon got stuck in the wall and preventing her from following up and cutting him down as he ran.
[color=662d91]"Get back here you coward."[/color] With some effort, she eventually tugged it free but not before the doorway seemed to explode, showering her with splinters and knocking her back. Though it wasn't an explosion, just something large charging it's way through. And by something, it was a whole lotta of that [i]something[/i]. That something being [i]orcs[/i].

Oh dear, and there seemed to be more than just a whole lot of them. There were craploads, much more than their small group could handle especially with all the other pirates still on-

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What had happened to the enemy pirates?

One moment the boarding crew had been severely outnumbered, but now there seemed to be only a few of them. Well not including the orcs of course. But the human pirate numbers had dwindled severely, almost as if a small ball of death had made mincemeat of them in the few moments that Anemone had looked away for. But that was a crazy thought, so she put it down to the former captain making some serious headway into their numbers.

She seemed to be in two minds, retreat and regroup back on the ship or stand her ground and fight. They didn't have long to make up their minds, and each plan had its downsides and upsides. She quickly returned to reality as she noticed one charging towards Chirina, who seemed to be covered....in blood? That was a strange sight to see, but Anemone was sure that was nothing for concern. The orc charging her, however? Probably needed to be dealt with.

[color=662d91]"Bertol, get out of here. [b]Now.[/b]"[/color] Without any actual authority, she ordered the idiot to retreat. With these many orcs aboard, it was going to be hard for someone as weak and squishy as him to cast his magic. At least aboard the [i]Great Aquarius[/i], he would have some distance between him and the orcs. She would just need to carve him a path.

Making a beeline towards the orc charging at Chiri, Anemone bent down slightly to pick something up as she ran. Clasping it tightly in her hand, she brought her arm back and hurled her pitchfork once more at the orc. As the weapon became embedded in its back, she jumped and kicked into the weapon to drive it even further through its body. And to top it off, she grabbed onto its shoulders and pushed all her weight into its back so that it would fall facefirst onto the ground where she would pin it to the ground by stabbing her cutlass through the back of it's head.

[color=662d91]"What are you doing over here?! You should be on deck, you're not a member of the boarding crew."[/color] Without a moment's hesitation, Anemone quickly removed her weapons from the orc and once again hurled her pitchfork at the nearest one.
[color=662d91]"...But since you're over here. Can you zap these guys? I'll buy you some time."[/color] Not paying much attention to Chiri as she spoke, she quickly engaged the next orc. Chiri had some lightning magic if memory served, similar to her but her's was very much an individual magic while Chiri's was meant to be [i]actual lightning[/i].

If she needed time, Anemone could buy her some easily. Hopefully. Maybe. Anemone wasn't too confident against going toe to toe with orcs, physical creatures who were basically born to fight. They were stronger than her, but they weren't all too bright nor skilled. And most importantly of all, they presented a challenge she couldn't resist. The pirates had fallen so easily, these orcs however would prove a decent obstacle to overcome.

Especially seeing as they swarmed towards them, meaning Anemone wasn't engaging one orc but more like twenty at this stage. It took all she could do just to parry, dodge and block their maniacal attacks. It was very hard to counter-attack with twenty, seven-foot-tall bundles of muscle and death trying to cleave you in half every half second. Especially with one weapon.