OOC: Loop has startled the witch!
-Aelelia + Matthew-
The overhead toss caught the big man completely off-guard, his attack had been a feint meant to force the little girl to jump aside and then he would have simply reswung the blade to cleave her in half midair, but now he was the one overwhelmed.
In the process of the throw he had abandoned the unruly heavy axe and watched in terror as it faced him, his impact with the wall forced his axe to cut right through his back. Killed by his very own weapon.
Matthews opponent burst into flames and howled in pain, dropping his rapier in the madness that followed his mind. The flames licked and burned hungrily, devouring and scarring his flesh hideously. When it was all over, all that remained was a scorched lump of man who had once been a pirate.
More explosions rocked the city around them, the cannonballs had returned in full force on the area. It was time to go!
Within a few minutes run, Aelelia having to help the large man keep his balance with the torn up leg, they arrived at the docks unhasseled, the explosions had taken the lives of just about every gem-pirate on the island, something else had killed the ones here on the beach.
In his desperate run and frantic firing, the sniper had managed to kill off most of the enemies that were crowding the docks from immediate threat. More were coming from the city but the explosions were traveling faster than they were, killing them almost instantly in the flames and rubble of the city. Two more figures came from the smoke, Aelelia and Matthew limping on her shoulder, none followed. Other figures were appearing through the smoke, more crewmates! They were all ok.
-Stitch and Sow-
(I'll leave this to you MM, ya seem to have a good idea of what you need to be doing. I'll just assume you've been at the docks for a bit. Do as you feel)
In the depths of the ship was a presence. A sleeping one yet clear as day. The moment the arachnid man entered through the porthole he could feel it suffocating him, drowning anything in a blanket of constant madness and anger that threatened to destroy itself. After a few steady breaths it was gone entirely, not even a flicker remained of what he had just felt. Seemingly vanished or had never truly been there.
Loops display of skill and bloodshed was admirable, and the stench of blood was strong on the ship. Yet through that it was apparent that nobody else was left on the ship, this belonged to them now. Yet that wasn't entirely true. Deep below him there was a strange feeling, a deep malice that stunk of spilled blood, it flickered for a moment but disappeared. They needed to be prepared, fast.
The spearmans attacks stopped suddenly, his face turned milky white and he nearly dropped the spear mid-attack. Shaking his head to clear the mind from what he'd felt, the spearman jumped backwards with his jaw agape. He had felt the resonance of the Red Gemlord, he was here! Not close, but the man could assume where it was.
Turning to Jack he spoke quietly. "Get back to your ship, if you're the strongest then your crew is gonna need you REAL fast." With that, the spearman took off in a full run to the docks, but he looked to be going to the ship that was lit, not the one coated in darkness where Jack would find his crew. Something didn't feel right.
"We'll meet again, Valentine, and I'll bust your skull in for sure!" The spearman called out, a declaration of rivals.
The hitman was able to follow Hodo's movements after the first Soru, the boys body was incomplete for the techniques so he could hear the body screaming in silent agony as the abilities were used, his two accomplices were not so skilled and fell to the rankyaku. Hodo had fled to the ship, the hitman in black stood atop the building in silence before taking off for his own ship. No sense chasing dead meat.
The ship shuddered for a brief moment but nothing seemed to be the matter, shifting his attention to the docks he could see his crew forming up steadily, rowboats on the beaches intact and could be used to cross over to the ship.
Yet there was this feeling of pure malice, borderline pity, radiating from the ship that was now coated in blood, the weaklings that had fallen against him could now be seen in a better light as the moon broke from the clouds that had slowly been forming for the last few hours. On their wrists were iron circlets with a small marking in them, these man had been slaves.
They were innocent from the sins of the pirates that had swarmed the island, yet Loop had culled them all. These poor souls were forced to work below deck, that was why they were so weak, some had wished for death and willingly been felled.
Innocent blood was mixing with the filthy blood of the oppressors, here on the very deck he stood.
A soft rain began to fall as the moonlight disappeared behind the thick black clouds, the steady downpour seemed to do nothing about the blood of the fallen on Loops armor.
First comes destruction. I bring nothing. I bless nothing. I save nothing. I can only erase completely.