[center][h1][color=yellow][i]SS Libertalia[/i][/color][/h1][/center]

[center][h2][color=OrangeRed]Cicero Bladewalker[/color] , [color=SteelBlue]Dalious[/color] , & [color=teal]Gwyneria[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][@Spiffy][@Sol Grim][/center]

Joss's lunge missed by a drunken mile, but he simply smirked and said. [color=purple]"Oh, I'm not making mincemeat out of ya. I'm making you dance for our wasted feast."[/color] Then he swung the cutlass at his "guest". [color=purple]"As long as ya're liv'in, a few more scratches won't 'urt your price."[/color] (Cicero was able to successfully pick up the sword.)

Gwyn rushed towards the fight, trying to think. Cicero was still heavily injured and shouldn't be in another sustained fight. His opponent at least seemed heavily drunk, but there was no telling how much that would really affect his actions. All the other crew seemed out for the count at least. Three against one were better odds than they initially had. But she was still low on power. Well, there was one thing she could still do, but was there a way to use light to blind Joss without blinding Cicero? She'd still prepare a light spell though as well as the dagger and see if Dalious had any better ideas.

The sounds of Joss's voice carried up to Dalious at the wheel as well as the fray below. Only the three figures were visibly moving. All others seemed soundly asleep.