[h3][center]Concussive Results[/center][/h3]

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[sub][i]A Collab by: [@Spoopy Scary] & [@MacabreFox][/i][/sub]

[i]Onboard the Kyne’s Tear[/i]

While Dough-Boy was knocked unconscious by falling debris and Gustav distributing his orders to the company, Leif helped Dar’Jzo to his feet after the old cat’s brush with death. Though he still felt weak after the battering he got from the dreughs, he stood defiantly against the mob that wrought havoc before them. His treasured bow was destroyed, and his arrows lay scattered across the deck, but he drew his dagger and held his ground. His ears were able to catch some of the orders Gustav barked -- whatever it was, it involved the ballista, and with that in mind and a quick assessment of the deck, he started to catch onto the snoot’s meaning. The Khajiit glanced towards Leif at his side.

“You and this one must cut their way through if they are to reach the ballista.” He asserted. 

“Right! No lollygagging!”

His gaze swept across the deck, taking in the unfolding events. He spotted Sevine charging across the deck with Maj where an ice atronach slaughtered the remaining dreughs. He could see that Niernen and Narzul were becoming overwhelmed. His eyes shifted back to the ballista, for now the path lay clear ahead. Together, the two of them charged onwards, closing the distance between them and the ballista, Leif had his sword drawn at ready in case any of the dreughs decided to come their way. Anyone inexperienced with the rolling waves of the sea would have had a difficult time keeping their footing onboard the [i]Kyne’s Tear[/i], but this was not the case with Leif. When they reached the ballista, Leif helped retrieve Dough-Boy’s unconscious body from under the debris that had fallen from the airship above and stowed him away under the stairs, while Dar’Jzo headed for the ballista alongside Gustav. The ballista itself had been anchored to the deck of the [i]Tear[/i] to prevent it from rolling across the ship, it was a Dwemer ballista that the company had retrieved. The weapon was almost entirely composed of dwemer metal and wood. Heavy, but dangerous when put to use.

Between the two, they were able to pull back the rope as Gustav hurried back to retrieve a bolt, he returned with a long metal shaft where the tip was encased in a cloth wrap tied around the end. The fabric oozed a sticky black substance in some areas, most likely tar, with glowing red specks shining through some of the thinner sections of the cloth. Fire salts. The etchings of orange runes shimmered along the outer layer of the cloth as well. This bolt was built to cause serious damage.

“What is this, then?” Dar’Jzo asked, eyeing the bolt warily as he took aim at the deck. One part of the company lured the undead werewolf in front of the dreugh surrounding the two dark elves -- [i]there.[/i]

[I]“OUR SALVATION!”[/i] Gustav dramatically declared as he pulled the lever. In that moment, an explosion from the airship above sent debris falling down towards the [i]Tear[/i]. Chunks of gold hammered the ship, the ship lurched violently with the rolling waves -- Dar’Jzo’s steady grip on the ballista faltered as it was wrenched from his hands, causing the bolt to arc directly into the deck. The bolt found its target against the horde of enemies, a chaotic eruption of fire enveloped everyone and anything in its path, enemies and allies alike were consumed within the raging inferno from the explosion, to what degree he could not tell. The Khajiit opened his eyes wide, his calm and serious demeanor finally overtaken by a look of emotion.

“Baan Dar…”

The last thing Leif remembered, as he made his way back from the stairs, was the distinct sound of something falling from above. He stopped midway across the deck when he looked up, his eyes focusing in on a chunk of splintered wood sailing right at him. He had no time to react due to the trajectory and velocity, it struck him directly in the head. Leif’s world went black, and his body dropped with dead weight where he collapsed unconscious upon the deck.