The butt of the harpoon launcher slammed against the handle, jarring it and splintering the frame around it. When the diver stepped forth, and was met with a slam in the face, they staggered. The remainder of the nearby assailants moved to assist, only to be slammed back by the rapid door, which bent back against the hinges, before breaking off, and pressing them against the wall. Said divers were thoroughly roughed up with the one who had been unceremoniously headbutted with the door being incapacitated.
[hr][code]Kira- Combo: 1, EP Usage: Light[/code][hr]	The two at the adjacent door, having been distracted by the door being slammed in their cohort's face, opened the door to step inside. The long prostheses caught them off guard, forcing their heads to turn from the first blow, and cracking their goggles with the second. The third stroke clonked the far one on the head, and crashed into the shoulder of the other, bringing both of them into a heap on the ground.
[hr][code]Kana- Combo: 2, EP Usage: Moderate[/code][hr]
	The divers against the wall clambered against each other, equally out of confusion as they were in pain, unable to quite get themselves sorted yet. Whether this was the work of the altered gravitation of the door, or their own incompetence, well, they had no way of knowing.
	"[color=a2d39c]Oh crap! Is that an Adept?[/color]" one called out in a hoarse voice.[hr]
	A girl bundled in a grey sweatshirt took the driver out of a laptop and slung it back around her neck. Small hands with stubby nails tucked messy black hair into a hood as a scowl took her face. The sounds that had started at the bow of the ship were getting closer. While they weren't yet at the aft of the ship, where her cabin was, the girl began packing her things, stuffing the laptop into a bag, which she slung over her back. She was, however, very adamant on not leaving the room, despite the fact that her heart leapt each time the sounds got closer. She already knew her door was locked, but she still eyed the handle sharply. Her hand clutched on to the upper part of her left arm, which seemed to tremble a moment later.
	The last thing she wanted was a fight. Honestly, she didn't even know [i]how[/i] to fight. She knew she'd have to run soon, especially if-
	[sub]"[color=a2d39c]Oh crap! Is that an Adept?[/color]"[/sub]
	The shout in the distance made her blood run cold. Were these people rounding up Adepts? Had someone caught wind of an Adept being on the boat? Had she been found out? Her heart pounded in her throat, as her own dark curiosity swirled and gripped at her mind.