"Can you not summon up magics to destroy them?" Rajad asked, his voice surprisingly calm as two more pistol shots thunked into the lemon tree above them. Emmaline couldn't think of any spell that would help, right now there was so much metal whirring around that it was difficult to focus on any one piece of it.

"A magician never reveals her tricks," Emmaline said defensively earning a snort from Rajad. A pirate leaped over the pot intending to outflank Markus. Rajad caught him by the ankle and jerked hard turning a controlled leap into a face plant hard enough to knock the pirate senseless. Emmaline snatched a pistol from his belt and pointed it into the ruck around Markus. The trigger snapped forward and the weapon squibbed with a hiss.

"Oh for Sigmar's sake!" she yelled and hurled the weapon into the mass of pirates, braining one with a crack. Rajad pulled a wicked looking scimitar up off the ground and skewered another pirate that tried to round the planter. The square was a chaos of yells and curses. Von Roberts 'kill him, kill him' echoed off the pavers. Emmaline squirmed around the planter, snatching a lemon of the tree which she hurled at Von Roberts, catching him in the chest. He turned to glare daggers at her.

"I'm going to kill you..."

"Captain Van Roberts is trying to steal the slaves!" Emmaline screamed at the top of her lungs. Across the plaza the half dozen pirates guarding the slave market goggled at her as she run towards them waving her arms. One of them leveled his coach gun. Emmaline dropped to the ground and snapped her fingers. The gun went off with a boom, non lethal at the range but pummeling several of Von Roberts' thugs. The guard stared at his weapon in shock but a pair of pirates turned and fired at him with pistols. Other coach guns began to go off as the pirates who had been focused on Markus began to rush towards the guards.

"Von Roberts is trying to steal the slaves!" she yelled again and started to half crawl half scramble out of the street. Rajad leaped across the square, siezed her by neck and belt and hurled her out of the line of fire. She crashed into a rickety cart, toppling it over as she rolled to her hands and knees.

"You are a very stupid woman," Rajad observed as he reached her side, scimitar smeared with blood. Emmaline saw Von Roberts give Markus one more hate filled glare and then turn to rush down the street.

"Well no arguments here," Emmaline panted. Markus continued to carve a swath through the attackers, who with the lessening of the pressure were clearly thinking hard about the cold embrace of Morr.