Sevine found herself standing amongst a pool of disorienting chaos. Fire rained down from above, painting the sky in an eerie red glow, an ominous sign. There was too much carnage on deck for Sevine to properly evaluate the situation, people were injured, dead, or dying, and she had no idea what had happened to Do’Karth. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, not even when she faced off against the Kamal at [i]Nightgate Inn[/i]. This was different. It felt like time had slowed, she could hear the uncomfortable sound of blood pounding in her ears. It was the only thing she could hear. And she couldn’t move. Her feet felt heavy, as if her boots were filled rocks. The airship had exploded overhead, raining deadly shrapnel down upon the deck below, wood and metal combined falling like rain. She turned her gaze upwards, watching in disbelief as the airship split in half, the explosion rocking the ship. Sevine dropped to the deck to stop herself from losing her foot, while others aboard the ship were flung overboard. The airship came crashing down into the sea below. This was her blood lust draining away. She had handled fighting against the dreughs with ease. But this? This was fear. 

“Man overboard!” Gustav’s words chilled her core.

[i]Do’Karth[/i], his name crossed the forefront of her mind, and that was enough to get her boots moving across the deck. She made a mad dash across the debris and carnage, abandoning Maj entirely, to reach the opposite side of the ship where the airship crashed. The flames that had once consumed it were extinguished by the rain and the waves. There wasn't much time before the airship would start to sink, and anyone with it still trapped aboard.

She reached the railing of the ship, and stopped. The jump from the ship into the water proved daunting, but she had to do it. Sevine paused momentarily, was she really about to jump overboard to save those struggling in the water? To save Do’Karth? And that answer was a simple, and firm, [i][b]yes[/b][/i]. She cast away her Chitlin shield somewhere behind her, as her hands flew to the straps and buckles across her torso. Sevine knew that her leather armor would weigh her down, potentially putting herself at risk even if it offered a layer of insulation against the cold waters. She pulled the leather breastplate over her head, chucking it to the side without a care. She pried the bracers off her forearms, and away they went. Her boots came off, along the steel war axe buckled at her hip. Sevine kept her red tunic and trousers on, the water would be cold, but she couldn’t be completely exposed to the elements, she would have to work fast. More importantly, she would need a running start to clear the ship safely, and not run the risk of being sucked under the ship. If there was anything Leif had taught her about sailing, which wasn’t much to be sure, but a ship of significant size created an undertow.

Doubling back, Sevine gave herself enough room, and turned around. She took a deep breath, and sprinted for the railing. It came up fast. She couldn’t stop now. Her legs propelled her forward with one great leap at the last second, where she cleared the railing entirely, and sailed out into the air. For a split second, Sevine’s eyes widened in terror, she felt as if she were temporarily suspended above the water, and then gravity pulled her down. She plummeted fast towards the blue-grey water, arms and legs flailing. She squeezed her eyes tight as she hit the water, salt water rushing up into her nose and mouth. She sank down into the murky depths, the cold stealing away her strength temporarily before she recovered from the initial shock, forcing herself to swim for the surface. She broke the surface, coughing and spitting out the salt water that burned her nostrils and the back of her throat. When she had collected her bearings, Sevine threw herself into swimming for the first body in the water. The wind howled around her, while the impact of the crash sent large waves for her to fight through. The frigid waters stole all the warmth from her body, causing her muscles to contract, but she had to fight through it. She had to keep swimming, even if her legs and arms protested against her. Her arms cut through the rolling waves that carried her up and down, salt water stinging her eyes, while her legs powered her forward. Because now it was either, sink or swim. And all she had in mind was finding Do’Karth.