The air was still humid, he still felt hot and sweat stuck to him and didn't seem to want to get off no matter his attempts at wiping it away. This was compounded by the fact that he was bone dead tired and had little or no sleep the past few hours. Suffice to say, Marren wasn't feeling up for a rescue nor a hard fight. Nor talking for that matter.
"Then what happened to dear Edward..?" So'kein asked in the most convenient of moments. He didnt miss Akira's rather sharp glance and instead to jabbing that particular hornets nest he replied to So'kein instead.
“Dead” Came the blunt reply as they moved through the jungle with varying grace. Akira was ahead of them, determined, the undergrowth proving no obstacle. The strange new add-on to the crew was moving with matched determination but he struggled here and now. So'kein, despite her weird nature, seemed to have no problem at all. The pervert priest, despite Marren's extremely focused will hat he should, didnt fall or tumble as much as the pirate would like. Marren himself was kicking, stumbling and otherwise making a mess of himself, more ploughing through the jungle than moving through it.
Finally they came over a small ledge greeting the twilight sun. Below them in a small clearing was a camp, with very live occupants. Occupants which spotted them and proceeded to raise their weapons.
“Fuck” Marren muttered as he made for his crossbow.
His heart stopped beating for a moment when he swiped at empty air. He forgot it, leaving the thing in his room.
“Fuck!” Marren yelled as he drew his cutlass. The enemy was coming now with blade and bow, an arrow already sweeping past the Corsair's head. He was angry. Angry at having no sleep, angry at Maria for wandering off, angry at Akira for her spite, angry at the gods damned insects who pricked and stung his flesh. So, throwing caution to the wind, he threw himself down upon the oncoming enemy with a recklessness that was rare to him.