[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan nodded, listening to the plan. It made a certain amount of sense. The explosions would be brightly lit, and at night, that would be blinding to the pirates that they were attacking. If they could cause the explosions from a distance as well, they wouldn't have a similar issue. Once the dust settled, they could go in and pick off the survivors, either taking them as prisoners or sending them to their graves. It was practical and efficient. [color=silver]"Are we taking any prisoners?"[/color] Megan asked. She imagined the answer was no, but she wanted to hear it said. 

	The sort of fight they were planning reminded her somewhat of events that happened in a popular show, one that she had watched late at night (insomnia made it easy to keep up with popular shows). Fire never ended in anything other than a slaughter. She wondered if those sort of rules would hold here, in this fantasy land.