The blue sails were powered by the wind behind them, carrying the dozen or so ships, all of them carrying men and women, all clad in the same shade of blue. Each of them had a unique symbol on the front of the ship, indicating which part of the company they belonged to. The ships were regular galleons, not massive ships, but big enough certainly be intimidating. Each carrying 20 or so men.

They were approaching the island, and as they came into view, ruckus on the island erupted. Both from the remnants of the companies, and the natives of the island. This was an invasion force, and the The Great Horn Archipelago began preparing for another battle, if worse came to worse. And this time, they had no Balder Knights to protect them.

Down by the shore, closer to the breeze, one could find the scatters of the four companies that had fought on the island. Torn pieces of clothes and armors spread across the entire shore, the town square and the city walls. Bottles, glasses and tankards spread every where. Blades, axes and guns were stabbed into walls, the ground, floors and furniture. It looked like the site of both a battlefield and a parade, with no time in between and no time to clean up either. 

Down in the town square, the clashing of swords could be heard. The ginger-haired gunner was without his coat for once, wearing only his dress-shirt on his torso. Riding boots without the spurs on his feet and his black dress-pants with suspenders hanging over his waist for leasure. His right hand was gloved, his left without glove, instead holding the hilt of a rapier. His brown leather hat crowning his head, blocking the sun from reaching his red-ish eyes. His gaze was stuck on the two opponents on the other side of the small circle that had been drawn on the ground, each of them carrying a rapier, too.

"Let's go." He commanded the two, one wearing green, the other wearing yellow. They were swordsmen of the companies, and Kuhn had asked them to duel him with swords.

The traded blows, Kuhn performing excellently despite the sword being far from his favorite way of doing battle. But he considered fencing more of a dance than a art of war, flowing excellently he was able to strike points on both of the other combatants, forcing them out of the ring and earning both a technical win and a ring out.

"Well done, chaps. You should mind da footwork next time." The gunner spoke, softly, and the two company-grunts nodded, panting out of exhaustion and holding their shallow wounds on their arms and legs, wincing in pain.

Kuhn was clearing his blade on his sleeve when he looked to the horizon and saw the blue sails.

"Dis better be gud." He spoke, turning heel, tossing the blade into the ground, grabbing his gunbelt and coat from the chair next to him, tossing the coat around his arms and putting on the gunbelt, holding both the revolver and shotgun.

He was going to call on Chester, they might have yet another fight on their hands.