[b][h2][color=889194]Captain Argus Fellborn[/color][/h2][/b]

This was not the first time that Argus battled a sea monster.  But without a proper polearm, without cannons and a crew to man them, and without his full strength, this wouldn't be like before.  He had only one ally, and his only tools were a rusty cutlass, a soaked pistol, a wooden spar, and his magic.

Perhaps, however, that might be enough.

Upon hearing Cynthia's plan, the vampire complied- he wasn't much for taking orders, but he had no hang-ups with going along with another's quick thinking when the situation got dire.  In fact, the only proper answer to Cynthia's request was to give her some quick thinking of his own.

Argus channeled his blood magic, causing a red trail of fluid to pour from within his sleeve, along his glove, onto his end of the spar, embedding itself into the wood.  He had to be careful not to give up too much of the red substance, lest he find himself measurably weakened.  With his other hand, he drew and fully cocked his pistol.  The weapon was quite useless as a firearm in its current state, but all he needed was for the flint-and-steel mechanism to work.

The monster was rising up, he needed to be ready...

Argus moved his bloodied hand down the shaft, smearing a red trail.  Then, without hesitation, he positioned the pistol to the trail, intending to ignite the magically altered blood with the sparks.  Fire was the enemy of blood magic, weakening and destabilizing it.  Unlike some vampires who might have seen this as a weakness, Argus exploited this property, imbuing it with energy to be released in a self-sustaining reaction when destabilized by fire.

Whether or not the blood began to ignite and move its way towards the crimson tip, at the spearmaiden's command, Argus spun the spar around so that the bloodied end faced the monster and tossed it like a massive harpoon.

[@Rune_Alchemist]