Hearing Garret's reply, Dariq gave a push, forcing his attackers to take some steps back before leaping over the gap that lead to certain death and making his way toward the balloon, he knew they had some balloon repairs stuff in the hold and and stabbed it with his sword, Yes, he was right, it was split into multiple 'compartments' to keep one puncture from crashing the ship. Leaving the small hole there he then turned his attention to the mooring ropes and began slashing them one by one. Muttering to himself as he did so. He knew that his plan would tempararily cripple the ships altitude but, if they were to be traveling among his own kind, the ground dwelling kind, then altitude was not something they would need a lot of. Any, by anymeans, it was a quick fix that any well trained and equipped dockyard crew would have no difficulty with.
With a grunt he severed the second to last mooring rope, leaving only the one closest to the middle attached in one piece before heading below deck to search for the balloon repair cloth and assorted repair paraphernalia. He soon found it and made his way back up to the upper deck where he could climb the shortest distance to reach the balloon. "Master Garrett, once ya' get ever'one aboard we can descend like a murdered corpse into our thousand feet graves!" He shouted, planning to repair the balloon as soon as he felt they were a safe distance down. No all he needed was for the crew to be aboard, and, while the crew was a small one, he had no doubt that, at they very least, they could get the crippled ship to land so that they could repair it properly, and refill the balloon itself, the only part they couldn't do while flying.