Vigdis had been asleep for a few hours by then, only woken up by the commotion when the strange black substance appeared. She staggered to her feet, still half awake, immediately dropping to a crouch to take cover behind the boat’s walls. Cover from what? She didn’t know. She briefly considered helping the paralyzed soldier get away from the hole in the boat, but that idea got shot down faster than the Jotunheim. No way she’d move a Tekeri, much less one wearing armor.

The captain’s command spurred her into action, though probably not in a way the captain expected. [color=00AEFF]”NO! STAY ON BOARD!”[/color] There she goes, stepping over Zey’s authority in front of people again. Fuck it, ask for forgiveness, permission takes too long. [color=00AEFF]”Touch the goo while in water and you’re dead!”[/color] she pointed the paralyzed soldier out to the captain. Her first assumption was some squid-like river monster actually using its ink to fight rather than escape - or maybe it was paralyzing them to escape - but then she had to ask herself why exactly K-A wildlife would even have something like ‘a squid’ releasing ink? Could’ve been Merfolk for all she could guess. Still, it was something [i]in the water[/i], which meant their weapons were pretty much useless unless the culprit was just below the surface.

Regardless, Vigdis would hardly have been able to shoot even if she wanted to, as some force grabbed a hole of her weapon and several items on her person and in her backpack and started pulling her up, a barrage of Russian swearing touching a variety of topics streaming from her mouth s she held onto her weapon with one hand and the boat with the other, managing to shove a foot under a nearby cleat to keep herself grounded, at least for as long as the cleat stayed attached to the deck. Good thing the implants in her foot were titanium and not steel.

Whatever Kareet, Nellara and the other Tekeri soldier were doing - and she had no idea what it was - was working, the barge being worse for wear but nearing the shore at last. Once they were on solid ground, they could deal with- were those bows?

The volley of arrows answered that question pretty definitely. Curled up behind the boat’s walls, her backpack in front of her as additional poor man’s armor, Vigdis waited for exactly three volleys, counting the time between them while loading a flechette magazine.  This called for whatever spread she could get. Right after the third volley, she popped her head and shoulders above cover and fired three times before ducking back down. Funnily enough, the coilguns weren’t much louder than the bows, little more than metallic clicking as the projectile was pulled into the barrel and the coils slightly moved in their mountings. Say what you want about them, but a chemical propellant gun would’ve had a much better psychological effect on the natives. Not wanting to take an arrow to the knee or anywhere else, she didn’t wait to see if she hit anything and ducked back down. [color=00AEFF]”Nellara? Your neighbors are a bunch of bastards.”[/color]