The streets still made him nervous, too many weeks solely upon land caused the former pirate's mind to wander to strange places. Covell missed having his feet on the sturdy wooden floors of a ship, the denizens of the city claimed without real knowledge that the seas were a dangerous place. One that was utterly unpredictable with constant sorrow whether it be storms, piracy or the monstrosities which tended to lurk below the waves. He claimed the opposite. Once one lived upon the seas long enough they grew accustom to its joys and sorrows. There was a beautiful calmness to the waters, one could go for weeks on end without seeing another vessel. This city on the other hand stunk of depression and hatred, it teemed with backstabbers, vagabonds and thieves. It reminded him of his hometown, only on a far grander scale. Traces of memories of that place still littered in the corners of his mind, Covell having tried damn hard to expunge much that concerned his childhood before his entrance to piracy. 

Still, he was stuck here. Covell having pledged himself to the Black Lily guild, it was money at least. One day he'd make enough to be able to afford a proper vessel, one that was a true successor the [i]Rose[/i], may she rest in peace among the sea floor. Upon that day he'd seek vengeance upon the creature which slaughtered his crew and left him adrift along the raging waters. He still remembered every crewmen of his it had drowned in the sea. He had taken one of its teeth, made the beast bleed. All that was left was to return and finish the job. He knew that exacting his revenge would be a glorious moment. But he could not concern himself with such a scheme at this time. That was for down the road. 

The steed shifted and stormed under his reins, Covell still was not a great horse rider. He had been forced to learn the skill within the three months of joining Black Lily. It was still not something he was entirely comfortable with. He did not fear the animal, he rode with drive and focus it was simply not an easy shift after being practically sea bound for decades. His horse's breath was hard and heavy, its fine dark grey coat shimmering in the daylight as it rocketed down the dirt road. One of his hands reached up and resettled his hat upon his head, it had been rocking intensely in the horse's powerful strides. Riding to the right side alongside the grimy looking Willard, Covell's horse leapt over one of the orbs as it was launched in his direction. 

"Watch those bombs, boy!" The pirate hollered to the younger Willard as he charged towards the caravan, his horse's hooves clanking hard against the dirt road. With each kick dust rose into the air, only adding to the chaos.

Growing more bold, Covell closed in closer to the nearest carriage. More explosions flew out towards the six criminals, he reached towards his belt then drew his dagger. Cursing the lack of rope available at the moment he whipped the reins harder as he practically demanded the horse worked harder than it already was. He pulled away from his formerly designated position alongside Willard as Covell charged closest he could, closing in proximity to the man driving the carriage. He heard noises as Giselle secured cargo on another part of the caravan. 

Rapidly removing both his feet from the stirrups, Covell shifted quickly in his seat. This was an incredibly dangerous maneuver that could easily end badly with him at least suffering multiple shattered bones. But, the sheer thrill of it convinced him to ignore any potential danger. He would die someday, and it damn sure wouldn't be on a dirty road in the middle of nowhere. He drew his dagger, it giving him the quickest chance to land a rapid and lethal blow. Then he launched himself from his horse, soaring through the air as his horse screeched in pain. One of the orbs impacted into the beast's back leg, sending it to the ground in a fit of anguish. 

The action seemed to come to a standstill as Covell whizzed in the air, carrying himself forward with purpose. He heard the sounds of battle as the woefully unprepared magicians aboard the caravan tried to stop them. More orbs launched in his direction as he floated in the wind, legs pushed forward as he estimated his landing. He could practically sense the fear in the men as he crashed into the caravan, just behind the driver. With a split second smirk he drove his dagger into the man's neck, sending a shot of blood into the air as agony filled the driver's expression. His hands shot upwards, releasing the reins as the blade wedged deeply into his throat. The horses continued forward, as the three other men in the carriage reacted to the intruder with surprise. 

"Ahoy, Sorry to barge in." The pirate stated, quickly drawing both of his cutlasses. His dagger still embedded in the driver's neck. The three other occupants of the carriage stared him down with shock and rage, one readied more magical orbs to fling at the other riders, while the other two produced small blades. They were woefully unprepared.