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Traveling through the vast desert where Azuria made her principality was often held to be a titanic task. The heat alone could dry a man to a husk by noon, water was scarce at best, and a variety of highwaymen, bandits, and vicious creatures made even a short trip perilous enough to give any man pause. But worst of all were the winds. They blew across dune and waste alike, never seeming to fully cease. They brought scorching heat during the day, while at night they chilled to the bone, and at any hour they could lash across a traveler with whips of sand and dust. Even airship travel wasn't entirely safe; many passenger and cargo ships ran overloaded, and as a result were forced to fly low and still within reach of the devilish desert squalls. Even the Officers of the Azurian Sky Navy with their armored hulls and high powered engines were wary of the desert winds.

But then, none of those pompous sandtoads knew how to listen, Amelia thought to herself as she gazed out of the window in her Captain's Quarters. They were far too busy making their own breezes to hear what the desert air was telling them. That was how she and any ship she captained seemed to soar so effortlessly; she listened to the wind and danced alongside it rather than try to push against it to get her way. Sometimes the winds blew in her face and forced her to alter course, but they would always bring her around. She just had to open her ears.

The sound of singing drew her attention to the other side of the door. She stretched as she rose from her chair, grabbed her hat, and strode out onto the Dagger's main deck. One of the deckhands was leading the others in a rousing, horribly off-key rendition of "Derby Ram" as they swept the deck or coiled ropes or peeled and sliced various fruit and vegetables for Kara's ingredient store. Leaving them to their ways, Amelia strode over to where Krystal balanced herself on the railing, keeping a hand on the rigging for support as her auburn hair flowed behind her in the breeze. "Miss Septem," she said as she approached with a curt nod.

"Captain!" the Lieutenant replied, saluting with her free hand.

"At ease. Any sign of our afternoon appointment?"

"None yet, ma'am. We're still on the edge of their hunting grounds though."

"I see. And our friend below?"

"Steady as she goes. Should be a tempting target once the bugs wake up."

"Well, do keep a close watch. If harm should come to the Tradesman because we were lax, I'll never hear the end of it."

"Absolutely ma'am. I'll head up to midsail for a better view."

And with that she was clambering up the ropes. Her skill at moving about the ship was remarkable; it was hard to believe she'd never sailed before her appointment to the Dagger. Amelia looked over the railing at the ship they had been shadowing for the past day. The Tradesman, one of the largest shipping vessels in Azuria, trudged along her merry way. Normally she wouldn't be caught dead in these skies; the Azurian Orebors had become a nest for a pirate crew calling themselves the Sky Scorps, and they had quickly made a name for themselves with their brutal practices. Rather than disable a merchant ship and disembowel it of anything valuable, they simply screamed out of the sky and sent the ship crashing into the mountains, where a ground team located the crash and salvaged what they could from the wreckage. The Sky Navy was content to set up half a perimeter around the mountains and keep watch while advising merchants and shippers to stay away from the area. Amelia, on the other hand, wanted it stopped cold.

That was the plan for today; the Dagger would escort the Tradesman across the mountains, and when the Scorps moved in she and her crew would intercept them. Survivor reports indicated that while the Scorps were brutal and chaotic, their weaponry wasn't much more advanced than any given pirates. Their effectiveness was simply from well-planned tactics and shooting to kill. Amelia had every reason to believe the men and women under her command would dispatch them easily. The only hard part, she thought as she strode to the bow and sat on the railing, would be the waiting...

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As always, the day began easily for the third officer of the Dagger. With a mixture of resignation and disdain, she stood in the midst of her quarters enravelled in a towel after a warm shower. There, she stood and stared woefully at her worst enemy: a crisp, freshly cleaned naval officer's uniform. A standard issued uniform much akin to its distant Royal Naval cousin. It was a regulation that Amelia still stubbornly enforced, even though the lot of them were in an essence just privateers without any actual military affiliation.

Curling her lips into a frown, she stared longingly at her family's traditional clothing that hung next to it. Instead of the stiffness of the officer's uniform, she knew it to be comfortable, relaxing, and mixed with the scents of the home she had begun to miss so dearly.

Glaring back at the uniform, she could not help the scowl on her lips. She would at least get to wear her normal clothes while performing reconnaissance, it was never wise to draw attention to her or her shipmates by slicing through the heavens, at least attention that would immediately draw hostility.

Or whatever she could conjure up to not have to wear the godawfully horrible uniform longer than she had to.

Clasping rings of gold about her ankles and wrists and the fitting on her personal clothes, the Merchant Princess would nonchalantly stride out from her quarters out into the open air. Taking in her first deep breath of the day, her eyes searched the open deck to drift past the crewmen being, well, their usual out of tune selves, and eventually found the Captain herself. Coyly, a smirk alighted her lips and a hint of mischief glistened in her eyes, and she abruptly broke into a sprint.

The rapid fire chime of gold rings announced her presence at first as she blurred swiftly across the distance. Not a word need be said, Amelia knew all too well her third officer's morning duties as she leapt clear over the railing and twirled about gracefully in the air as she glanced back and offered an ever casual salute to her Captain.With a sly wink then, her horizontal trajectory abruptly ceased, and gravity took over, causing the girl to plummet towards the earth.

Arcane magic came forth then as runic designs on her tanned Mediterranean skin shone with wondrous brilliance. Magic sparked and in a sudden burst, magnificent wings of translucent amethyst burst from her shoulders, and her descent suddenly halted. With one powerful flap of wings, she rapidly ascended to arc over the ship that was her home. Passing over the sails in an elegant procession before surging towards the horizon and leaving the ship behind her in the distance.

O' how glorious flight truly was!

In the early hours while the clouds were still ablaze by the early sunrise, she could practically reach out and touch them. Yet sadly this was not time for such leisurely ways, and so her eyes searched the sky for other ships. Obscuring clouds were certainly a concern, but it was nothing the Dagger crew could not compensate for, at least judging by the way the mists of white and gray were only sparsely scattered about. That in itself was one reason why the desert was such a wondrous place for flight, there was rarely ever a bad day of weather.

Her speed heightened, and she rose higher into the heavens, above the altitude of the clouds as she scanned about her, heading back for the ship in the distance which lay nearly fifty miles away. Quickly she grew in size, and before long the winged officer came hurtling down and landed hard next to the Captain herself.

While she remained leant upon a knee, the wings flickered just briefly as they stretched, reaching for the sky, whose essence they had drank not moments before. Runes that caused power to course throughout her innately shone ominously all the same as she rose smoothly, glancing to her Captain with a casual gaze of crimson and gold..

"Nothing for the next hundred miles or so, ma'am." She began whimsically, glancing over her shoulder as the arcane wings shattered into a shimmering dust. "At least so far, I'll go get properly dressed now."

As such, she departed, meandering almost aimlessly in her movement as if to resist wearing that horrible uniform once again. Even still, it was not long before she arrived back in her quarters. Hurriedly undressing and putting on the uniform, she glared loathingly in the mirror as she worked to tie up her platinum hair into a bun, tucking the remainder stray strands underneath her officer's cap. Then inspecting the crisp, white uniform one last time, she departed from her quarters once again.

With her hands gloved in white folded neatly behind her back, she instead moved towards the mess hall so that she might procure a bite to eat before the day finally truly began. Plucking a mixture of eggs, sausage, and even stealing one piece of bacon for herself, the Lieutenant hurried off towards the bridge, in the thought that she might observe their course from there.

That, and be ready to rapidly respond if there were an ambush or attack of any sort.

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"To become a master swordsman, one must become the blade itself. Understand it, feel it's weight, let it become part of who you are. Allow its strengths to become yours and its weaknesses remain in your mind."

These words were something Lindo focused on as he meditated. His mother repeated them constantly. Sitting in between two long, golden candle posts, Lindo cleared his mind of all useless thoughts. Incense burned in front of him, creating a relaxing presence in the room, sword resting on his crossed legs. His hair was let down to further increase the sense of relaxation. If anyone were to walk into the room, you would have seen a very peaceful man. A man who anyone could approach and talk to with ease. Very atypical of Lindo's natural presence.

Once he cleared his mind, the words stopped and he focused on the environment around him. Flames flickering on either side. The air is cool and blowing gently, the floor is hard and sturdy. The smell of the incense is gentile and sweet. My sword, is sharp, yet weightless, as if it's not there. He continued for about and hour. This was his normal routine every morning. He would wake up very early and prepare himself for the day. No one bothered him and he kept his room locked so people would not bother him while he was doing this. Once he finished, he would go about his business as one would normally; the three S's come to mind.

Once he was done getting ready, Lindo reported straight to the bow where Amelia would be. Her sense for the sky was a feat. Watching her work was always a joy. Seeing someone so dedicated was always nice. He would report directly to her so he can relay the daily duties and plans to his fellow crew mates. Usually, though, she would leave those things in Lindo's hands as he was pretty good at keeping the boat in order while she directed things from above. However he was well aware of the mission. He knew that job comes before the ship and what he was about to do was a formality of consistency and nothing else.

Walking up to Amelia, Lindo spoke, "Morning Captain. What is the wind telling you today?"

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Itzal scanned the receding horizon through his spyglass, leathery eyes fixed in the usual weary glare of weathered desert travelers. Sandy mirages danced to variations of a theme the solitary desert had long impressed upon his life.

 

Someone needed to keep a watch to the rear. This young crew reminded him – somewhat uncomfortably – of his old self, always full of energy and gazing to the horizon ahead, excited for the next adventure; Itzal feared they might not pay as much attention to their vulnerabilities as they should, and did not trust them to fulfill their duties vigilantly. And then they might all suffer, and Itzal would have more weight upon his life.

 

He sighed, turning back to the charts on his desk out of habit. Various routes a pirate could lurk through while observing or attacking an airship were scribbled, erased, and revised all about the maps, although with less precision than those he showed the captain in his adjacent office. The captain had seemed content with his work, although Itzal thought perhaps there was something more she had been looking for.

 

Captains didn’t often come as young as Captain Amelia; in Itzal’s experience, such captains were either very good or very bad. She had been all business upon his recruitment, and he had not bothered to pry, so all that he knew was the barest details of her history. Although she had asked his age, it had not seemed an important point, matters of ability and experience having been discussed much more prominently. Still, the rest of the crew turned out to be much younger than he had expected. Perhaps this was normal for combat-oriented airships.

 

Peacekeeping, as it was politely termed, was one area where Itzal lacked for experience. Hopefully, surrounded by such a dashing young crew, he was not expected to contribute too much beyond his usual navigational duties. Locating and subduing a band of pirates that even the Sky Navy did not want to actively pursue was not exactly on his bucket list, as it was likely to end up as his final attempted item. Was Captain Amelia really that confident in everyone’s abilities – and her own – or did she have some trick up her sleeve? What exactly was her motivation for this particular expedition?

 

Itzal sighed again. Pursuing such inquisitive lines of thought had begun to make him unaccountably tired in recent years. Distracting his dusty mind with a glance back to the fleeing sands of Azuria, Itzal brought his intricate spyglass, the last memento of his wife, back towards the horizon. One way or another, necessary answers usually reveal themselves in due time; until then, there was not much to do but watch their backs.



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Kara looked over her kitchen and sighed a bit as she realized that it would never truly be clean. Serving three meals a day meant an endless cycle of cooking, cleaning, prepping and then cooking again. She was barely finished with the breakfast clean up and she already needed to prep for lunch. However, there was a gap large enough between the two meals that let Kara have at least a small break each day, even if her work was truly never done.

 

She walked out of the dark galley and shielded her eyes from the desert sun above. Everything about Azuria was so much different than where she had grown up. In the few year since she had joined the crew of The Dagger her pale skin had become a deep shade of tan, which was odd since she was the crew member that probably spent the most time indoors. It seemed that even her scant few hours in the sun every day added up, causing the young woman to become a shade darker than she normally was.

 

She walked over to the crew members that were peeling vegetables and fruits for her, and peeling them and checked on their supplies. She usually tasked her kitchen crew to help prep inordinate amounts of food, since there were many mouths to feed, and always food to cook. The less prep she had to do, meant the sooner the food could be out for the crew. She thanked her kitchen crew and went to walk around the deck, wondering what was going on.

 

She noticed Lindo walking over to Amelia and decided that if she had anything she needed to discuss with either of them, it could wait. Itzal was about as anti-social as Kara could be at times, so she would have to find someone else to talk to, if she wanted to pass the hour between breakfast and starting lunch preparations.  She realized the ship was in a holding pattern, as they escorted The Tradesman across the vast desert.

 

Kara sighed to herself, and went to lean over the railing a bit, watching as the desert passed by under them. She had a slight itchy feeling along her lower back, where something she never showed anyone was. It only itched like that when there was trouble on the wind, which made Kara frown. Maybe today wouldn't be as peaceful as she had hoped.


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Fifi got up as the first ray of sunshine hit her bed at dawn. She was a light sleeper, it had managed to save her skin many times and thus had become second nature. Though many would admit that sticking to the skies in Azuria is certainly the better option when compared to being on land, Fifi's disdain for the warm weather can't be effectively described. The breeze was welcome from time to time but she felt comfortable in the absurd cold of the harsh barrens of her homeland. The cold was her ally, it kept her alert. But not like she could complain, this was perhaps the best job she had got in a while.

 

Not only working for Captain Amelia was a matter of great fame, the fact that she was treated much better on this assignment was also something to be thankful about. Assigned her own quarters and even allowed to run her job at her pace, it was certainly something not to be discounted. 

 

A chilling cold shower ironed out any lingering lethargy that she may have felt. This mission was a good one. With a chance for actual combat. It has been a few seasons since she last met the dishonorable sort. Ever since she had been to Azuria, her existence and jobs have been rather tame, she hoped the skies were filled with enough danger to sate her. After all she was just Fifi till her name wasn't known across the seas or she has earned enough rep to be on par with the ten great wolves of Fimbulwinter. That was the diktat for her to be worthy of the name again.

 

She silently put on her gear, covering up her brilliant, lustrous red locks in a cowl as a mask came over her visage, leaving only her cold green-blue eyes visible. She picked up her weapons and went to the gun bay. Passing by a wistful Kara, standing by herself on the side of the deck. It was not her way, to disturb the introspective moments of others and apart from being thankful for her diligent and brilliant effort to curb the hunger and bolster the spirits of the crew, Fifi had nothing to say to the other maiden. She silently passed her by, her head facing the floor as her feet barely made a noise.

 

She reached the gun bay shortly, only to be amazed by the ingenuity of the ship again. Dagger was a special one, her speed was not only a testament to Amelia's talent but also because of its genius design. The bay held a total of fifteen cannons, surely enough teeth to bite on the larger ones in his majesty's employ but what was smart was their maneuverability. You see, the Dagger didn't need seventy two fixed cannons to be effective from both sides. The cannons could be easily dismounted on the port side to be then quickly mounted on starboard or vice versa. Given that fact, it saved itself considerable weight by towing half the load as other ships.

 

Add to it the fact that of the main guns, five were capable of firing double shots, Dagger's firepower was no joke. Fifi walked into the room, the deck hands executed a quick salute which was returned curtly before everyone settled down. Then she went over a mock drill to keep her crew alert. They practiced four sessions of rapid fire and quick dismount before she gave them a breather. Satisfied, she left the room to go to the deck.

 

She wanted the action to happen a bit quickly, she was itching to finally let loose after all this time. She went to the armory to find her trusty ax, she had a feeling that Fenrir may taste blood today.


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Amelia turned her head at the sound of running footsteps, then quickly edged herself out of the way as Annaveya came hurtling across the deck and leaped off the front. Normally, she'd be absolutely mortified at such an occurrence. In fact, she'd nearly had a heart attack the first few times her 3rd Lieutenant had done it. By now though, she only gave a cursory look to make sure the noblewoman's wings deployed properly. Technically speaking, she didn't need them- the rune she wove granted her flight by way of air manipulation, which was also how she continued to breathe once she left the Dagger's artificial atmosphere. The wings were simply for showmanship, though they also gave her Captain a good sign that she was airborne.

 

As soon as she was off, Amelia pulled out her pocketwatch and noted the time. The one-woman reconnaissances had their place in the runnings of the ship, but it also meant there was no way to keep track of her. So, Amelia had coerced her by way of Captain's Orders that her flights were to last no longer than 20 minutes. The time passed swiftly, if uneventfully, before Anna returned. "You're back early, Miss Kushinra. How pleasantly surprising. Thank you for the report." And by then she was off. Shortly after came Lindo, her 1st Lieutenant.

 

"Mr Maxie. The winds are talkative as usual, but for now they've nothing pertinent to say. Have the crew's arms been prepared, or is Mr Atwiel in need of some assistance toward that end?"


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Lindo gazed into the same sky Amelia looked into. Well, at least it appeared to be the same sky. The Sky he and Amelia looked at were different in many regards. He did not have the natural talent for being one of the sky. Sure, he got used to being in the air for long periods of time. Yeah, he trained to be able to tolerate the challenges of being in the sky. Sure, he had basic skills to fly a small craft if necessary. But being trained and having talent is not the same thing. Maybe talent wasn't the right word. Something more akin to a gift. The way she navigated the Dagger around the skies of the world was as if she belonged as part of the cloud. Completely opposite of Lindo who seems to be more suited to the earth. Yet, for whatever reason, it was Lindo who was chosen as her right hand. A job he took to perform and over perform. "Mr. Atweir has been steadily at work, preparing everything you laid before him. Working night and day since before we left dock, Christopher has performed his duties optimally. Ms. Fimbulwinter assisted using her expertise in arms. I personally tested the prototypes to ensure efficiency. With the help of our prized deckhand, , we were able to complete the testing and are now in the finishing stages of production. So, to put it short, things are going well."

Lindo looked at Amelia who seemed to still have her mind focused on the clouds. He looked at her knowing something was about to happen. He knew he needed to prepare everyone for the next attack. Walking to the starboard side, he gazed at the Tradesmen. The ship under their protection was moving along as it needed. He took in the beauty of the ship with an unusual smirk. He wondered, for a moment, what their daily lives were like. Not in a longing sense but for an understanding. His life had been that of a soldier since he was raised. Maybe due to his mother being a rigid woman with horrible interpersonal skills. His were not too much better, he didn't really know if his crew even liked working with him. He never asked, he didn't bother. They had to listen. That is how things go. Amelia gives him orders, he relays them and ensures things get done. He wondered if the people there had any kind of relationship other than working? What would happen if they lost one of their friends? Could the merchants still do their jobs if a piece of their crew was lost. He quickly shook those thoughts away and refocused himself on the task at hand. "I will find the deckhand and have him assist Mr. Atweir with the last minute adjustments, if needed. In the mean time, I will make my rounds to ensure the crew is ready to act at a moment's notice.". Walking away, he stops and without turning around says, "My sword is yours to use anytime. I will follow you to the ends of the Earth and beyond." It was an unnecessary statement but for some reasons Lindo felt like he had to say it. Once out of sight, he felt....awkward using those words. Felt like he was trying to impress her for whatever reason. Then, he was off to find the Deckhand.

"Deckhand, go take care of your duties and then find Mr. Atweir and assist him in anyway he may need. Once you are done their, come find me." Upon speaking, Lindo did not look at Kaldera as he spoke to her, one of the biproducts of being military raised, rank mattered and he was showing The deckhand her position, at least as it was now.

After delivering the orders, he headed towards the Galley and got some food. Eggs and sausage for Lindo. Kara was a fantastic cook and he was very grateful to have such a wonderful person onboard. If he wasn't pressed for time, he would have stopped and chatted for a while. Instead he left her a message something quick but necessary, The food was wonderful. I look forward to the next meal.

Leaving the Galley, he headed to the Bridge where his long time friend, Annaveya was sitting at her station. She had on her uniform, which made her obviously uncomfortable, and was bored out of her mind. Annaveya had been with Lindo since they both entered Amelia's original crew back on the Aquamarine. They both worked together for a while though they didn't really build a "true" friendship. Probably because they were so different as people. At least to Lindo, he didn't make the effort. Though, he never made the effort for anyone when he though about it. But, he needed to check in with her so he did. "Good morning Ms.Kushinra. How are you holding up? Any happenings that I need to be aware of?"

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Annaveya Kushrina - On Deck

Standing in the fiery light of the still early morn', the dreary state of the days' beginning at least allowed her a brief reprieve. Such reprieve was in the form of a mental escape for the Merchant Princess. A reclusive place in her mind where, once her eyes closed, she could return to it. Delving into the depths of her subconscious, she arrived to a place where she was most at peace: the azure skies above.

O' how she relished the time where she got to fly! The ground itself was a miserable state to be suspended upon. Here in her mental sanctuary, her fingertips could still brush the wisps of clouds while she stretched to reach them. In the real world, her exquisite lips curled into a serene smile, and in her mind the ground below rushed past in naught but a blur. Yet the sound of the bridge door crisply opening and snapping shut caused her departure from flight.

Briefly scornful eyes of differing hue snapped over to see the first Lieutenant enter the bridge at long last.

"Lieutenant on Deck!" Her voice rang out sharply, bringing the straightening of chairs in a jarring scrape acrost polished wooden floors. Customary as always once a superior ranking offcer joined the bridge, she herself stood sharply at attention until the seemingly ever informal first walked over to her and brought forth an inquiry.

"Nothing at all, sir." She began simply, in response to the final question first. "Ran my usual scouting route nearly one-hundred miles off the bow. Not a bandit in sight, and just only a few clouds. If they're going to be foolhardy enough to ambush us, it will not be from the front." A slight, coy smirk alighted her lips then. Subtle as ever, she cast a glance to him out of the corner of her ruby eye.

"I presume the same remains with you. Nothing eventful or anything of the sort? You know, in slow times these mayhaps you could pick up a book and study runes."

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Lindo lightly smirked at the notion of him studying runes. He did not put as much effort into studying runes more than what he already knew. He was capable of the basics, calling the name, using an already created rune, etc, but he relied on his sword in times of distress and that was always more than enough. But, she had been on him about runology for years. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling like she was somehow looking out for him, through all of the little teases she gives. "My blade has not failed me. But, you may be right. Adding s little to my repertoire couldn't hurt."

Raising his hand, he gave the signal for everyone to be at ease and get back to work. He pulled up a chair and looked around the room. The air was filled with those who were ready to take action. Looking back towards Annaveya, he remembered her past and how she is the daughter of a merchant, curious about her life, he opened up a bit. "Do you miss it? You know, being a merchant and all? How often to you talk to your family now that we are here on the Dagger?"
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Annaveya Kushrina - Days of Old

It always was quite the peculiarity to the heiress, his option to stay with steel rather than bending the physics of reality to one's whim. Though she could understand the constant honing of one's edge to the point of perfection, she could not grasp the necessity to remain fighting in the same methods those would use in antiquity. Surely, she could press the issue further, and stress to him the point that without a sharp mind, a sword could only be so effective.

Yet he was hasty to change the subject to being about her, and her own history. That was similarly peculiar, she, being the heiress to her family's company was a forefront public figure. Wouldn't he know that? Or was he desperate to change the subject? Was it shame that he found difficulty in learning runes, or was it simply pigheaded stubborness. Defiance in the thought that the master of the sword shan't need magic to assist him in combat?

Deciding that it was unwise to prod further into such a subject, she instead decided it wise to indulge him. At least for now. Not he, nor even the Captain could grasp the enormity of the task that inevitably lay before her.

"Miss it? I suppose you could say that," She began coolly, never losing an ounce of her poise. "It is mandatory that those of the Kushrina bloodline serve in the Royal Navy for some time before rejoining the family. It is not a regulation set by the crown, rather a regulation devised by the heads of my family. It harbors good relations with the crown when their primary shipbuilder is willing to risk flesh and blood on the armada they sell."

"The mandatory service is only half a decade, yet still I've opted to join our Captain on her Privateering venture. At least until she and her new crew are stable, I shall remain as long as it takes. Once I feel my work is done here, I will resign and rejoin my family. An armada of seventy merchant ships await my command when I arrive home; for your see, once I do such, I inherit the reins of my family's mercantilism. So as you understand, I might want the crew to take their time shedding their green hide." A coy smirk further creased on her exquisite lips then, and she neatly folded her hands behind her back. Knowing full well of what actually waited for her in the future.

"But what I do miss are the caravans across the ground itself. Long lines of beast and cart, one of the slowest, but traditional methods of travel my family maintains. With long sweltering days in heat, and once the night settles with bitter cold across the desert wastes, we retreat to our tents whose canopies are made of fine woven silk. Within beneath a cloud of rich incense, my family's traditional music, dance, and wine are a delight." Her eyes closed then, relishing the mere thought of the taste of the wine, and the serenity of the music she had known; though she dared not think of the dance, and the joy it brought her.

She might miss it too dearly, and cause her to resign sooner than she should.

"So, I suppose the answer would be an emphatic yes, Sir." She stated with a touch of humor in her tone. "What of you, do you miss home?"

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A sharp change in the air snapped up Amelia's attention. She looked around the immediate vicinity of the Dagger's airspace, and then to the Tradesman; nothing was awry with either, for now. But something had tugged at her; the wind was telling her something. But what? She turned her attention to the upper rigging, where her 2nd Lieutenant perched herself. "Miss Septem!" the Captain called.

 

"I felt it too, Captain!" Krystal called back as she scanned the horizon. Her arm extended toward the bow, her index finger sharply pointing into the sky. "There!"

 

Amelia turned in the direction with runic spyglass in hand and raised it to her eye. The runes worked to dispel the clouds and the dust from the view, offering her a crystal clear gaze into the sky beyond. There, flying among the dust at a rapid pace, was another ship. It flew Azurian colors emblazoned with the image of a pigeon- the mark of a transport. But there was no mistaking the heavy armaments it was sporting, or the way what crew members she could spy seemed so haphazardly dressed. This was a pirate ship if she'd ever seen one.

 

"Excellent work, Miss Septem," she called as she started to move for the bridge. Krystal swung herself down from the mainbrace to join her, and once they reached their destination Amelia took to the comm unit. "All hands to stations! Our quarry is inbound on the Tradesman, and we're going to make sure they know just who the predator is here. Attach Quick Lines, we're going to dive and board. Miss Fifi, please prime your guns to port, your targets are the enemy's guns and rigging. Mister Montalvo, see to it we have enough power for the dive. Mister Zeretxea, keep your eyes on the sky for me, I'd like to know if any more company arrives. Mister Everett, I'd like you on deck with combat medicine prepared. I'm not expecting much trouble with these vultures, but it never hurts to be prepared. Miss Whitehouse, those vegetables look delectable, I'd hate to lose them because they were unsecured. Mister Atweil, I'd like weapons on deck immediately. Oh, and one last note- no runes for this engagement, barring Mister Everett's medicinals. Consider it a test of your combat prowess. Smartly, now!"

 

At her words the ship sprang to life. Cannons changed bays, barrels were moved inside, and every crew member armed themselves and attached a quick-release line to their belt. The line, which was made of flexible steel cables and attached to the ship, would ensure that nobody was sent flying when the ship moved at high speeds which its length allowed for maneuverability about the deck and the belt latch could be undone very quickly to allow for boarding an enemy ship. Nobody on an airship would dare go into a fight without the line attached; too many good men had been lost trying to be cowboys like that.

 

Soon the Dagger was prepared for war, and Amelia took her place at the head of the bridge to oversee the entire affair. Along the port side, her three Lieutenants each manned one of the great latch irons, massive hooks of engraved magisteel that could be launched into another ship to tether it to the Dagger. Once they struck, the Sand Scrops would have no recourse but to fight. And, judging by their tactics and a few survivor reports, direct combat was not their strong suit. But, for now, it was a waiting game. She kept her eyes on the ship she'd seen, watching for when it made its move on the Tradesman. It didn't take long at all. Not five minutes after the Dagger had been primed, the engines of the supposed transport flared to life as it cut toward the merchant vessel, the Azurian flag rapidly descending to be replaced by a field of black emblazoned with a white scorpion and crossbones- the symbol of piracy since time immemorial. With nary a moment to waste, Amelia moved.

 

"Take us in!"

 

The Dagger lurched as her course was abruptly changed, but soon she was obliging as her bow tipped forward. The sails filled with air and mana, the engines roared, and the frigate dove toward the incoming fight. Every ship ever made produced a different noise as it dove; some combination of the way the winds interacted with the making of it at high speeds. Her old ship, the Aquamarine, had hummed like an opera baritone. The first ship she'd served on, the Opal, had cracked intermittently like a whip. But the Dagger was by far her favorite. When the Dagger dove, its timbers and armors produced a sound like the deep, consistent thrumming of a great war drum. And it was that sound that carried over the sky to the pirates as they closed in. The timing would be tight, the window small; even a second too late and the Tradesman would tumble from the sky to the mountains below.

 

But it was more than possible for the Dagger. Like its namesake, Amelia guided her ship to slip swiftly and deftly between the pirates and their target, the helmsman and the engineers already working in tandem to bring her level as the dive concluded. As they came abreast of the pirates, Amelia yelled one word.

 

"FIRE!!!"

 

Cannons roared as runic bolts lashed out, raining havoc upon the pirates. At the same time, Krystal, Annaveya, and Lindo each deployed one of the latches into the enemy's hull. His engines sputtered and roared, but he would be going nowhere without the privateers so long as those hooks remained embedded. Both ships yelled protest as their opposing momentums were brought to heel, but it wasn't long before both ships came under control.

 

"Engage!" Amelia yelled as the battle began!

 

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Itzal took one small, hesitant moment to sight their foe in his own spyglass before dashing back to the edge of the quarterdeck and affixing his double lines to safety. As he started up the steps to the bridge, a twisting tremor threw his balance into disarray, and he stumbled and clamored up the last steps while each limb argued over what the word “downwards” meant exactly.

 

The enemy had come straight across through the largest pass in this altitude – a path which, unfortunately, revealed nothing about their potential base of operations, their possible foreknowledge of their prey’s route, or whether they were acting alone. Given the speed and timing of their assault, however, it was likely that the merchant had been spotted previously. Perhaps the pirates had stalked low around Greave’s Gap before chancing upon a glimpse of the Tradesman. Or maybe they had placed ground-based spotters lying in wait in the shadows of the Hanging Caves….

 

Slipping past Captain Amelia with a haggard nod, Itzal slammed through the wheelhouse entry and moved towards the aft upper deck ladder. “Don’t break us to bits, Helen”, he grumbled breathily, rudely shoving the helm – and helmsman – a quarter point to starboard and up-pitch as he stomped past. “She can handle it” came the terse reply, but Itzal had already grabbed a rifle and trudged past the spare ropes and runes to quickly cast his sights out the small rear window.

 

We’re not being ambushed….

 

Itzal climbed up to the small monkey bridge above the wheelhouse – and had to duck quickly as something likely intended to be lethal whizzed overhead. Several crew members returned fire in the cramped space, and Itzal scanned the horizon in the brief opportunity. Winds – and bullets – flew past peacefully from the west; the horizon was clear alee.

 

Itzal crouched back down, readying his weapon with a strange, ferocious calm he did not recognize. “Two of you, go down and secure the portside windows. Return fire from there.”

 

“Huh.”

 

“Aye, sir.”

 

Taking a half second to ponder his actual position in the chain of command, Itzal waited for them to shuffle past, then sprang up next to the one remaining deckhand and took aim with his rifle. He fired – missed – but managed to confirm, incredulously, that at least one window was actually made of glass, and was capable of covering a poor sod of a pirate with an intricate pattern of face-mutilating lacerations. Itzal ducked back down and moved off to the side.

 

If there was another hypothetical ship approaching, unlikely as it was, it was not currently doing anything as sophisticated as flanking them. He could tell from here, crouching down, that it was not going for the altitude advantage either, and to come underneath would have meant being spotted in the pass hours ago. Unless they were idiots taking the same direct path into live fire as their ally, such a hypothetical ship would, theoretically, based on his carefully planned charts, need to come in a looping pattern from directly ahead. And of course, such a view was blocked by masts and sails.

 

Ah… Itzal hesitated, irritated, checking their backs once more to confirm that no small maneuverable craft had weaseled its way through the smaller passes behind to ambush them unawares. Popping up, he fired another couple shots – he was adjusting to fighting and trying not to die rather well, he noted – and glanced at the rope ladders leading up to the crow’s nest. I am not climbing that.

 

But then that meant he was on the wrong side of the ship. Cursing, Itzal cautiously climbed back down, stomped passed the helm again, and secured himself near the starboard walkway, readying himself to duck back belowdecks and make his way forward.

 

“Oy,” yelled the helmsman, “Capt’n” wants you to stop dickin’ about and get to th’ for’castle-“

 

“I know,” Itzal growled.

 

I hope you die.

 

 

 

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The Comms rang alive from Captain's orders as Fifi perked up. She hadn't found what she was looking for, her dismay hidden by her mask as she sat in the gun bay. 'Fenrir' was not in the cabinet assigned to her, which meant that Captain was up for games again, her face twitched but she quickly regained her composure.

 

The fact that the Captain had gone to such lengths as to hide her weapons meant that she was either confident in herself to see this through or that she knew the capabilities of her crew, both of which were heartening to know. All of this was just another test to prove her worth for Fifi and a stepping stone for her to cement her status.

 

"You heard the Captain!!" she growled to her crew, who sprang into quick action. Fifi herself hauled the double barrel heavy gun towards the other side. She had grown fond of this particular peace of mayhem. She adjusted the barrel to hit deep and dead straight. Tracing her hands away carefully so as to not accidentally light up a rune. Soon it began, the descent and the familiar rumble of The Dagger, The timbers and armors made a particular hum that reminded her of home or more particularly of the warband. The rumble which had broken morale of many armies even before the battles began. This ship was special, it was as if a living kindred that had come to Fifi to keep her fight going. A silent smile creeped onto her visage, hidden safely behind a mask as she pulled up the hood to cover her beautiful blood red locks.

 

The dive concluded shortly and then the moment they had all been waiting for came,

 

FIRE!!!!

 

The crew moved like machines and the first salvo was fired barely few seconds after the command. A familiar sound of destruction greeted them as three crafters quickly retraced runes on the double barrels.

 

FIRE!!!!! this time Fifi roared and the big guns lit up again to fire another salvo deep into the other ship.

 

For AZURIA!!! she raised her sword as she turned to face her crew, a boisterous roar erupted from them as they drew their swords. "Take no hostages!" she shouted before turning to run at the nearest exit. The crew split into two files and ran at the opposite exits, Fifi almost a good twenty yards ahead of them as she skipped multiple stairs to quickly on board. Not to miss on the action, she followed the boarding crew as she leaped over her ship onto the other ship. Like a condor, pinning her prey, she impaled an unlucky pirate at the end of her sword before deftly turning him around in path of another firing his pistol at her.

 

As the other poor sod blew the brains of her hunt, she side-stepped to quickly impale his throat, putting her sword to its hilt upto his Adam's apple. It was beautiful as it was brutal, a demonic smile marked her face as her mask did well to hid her bloodthirsty self. She crouched to pick the pistol in her off-hand before turning around to search for more prey. The hunt was on.

 

 

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Panic rippled through the ranks of the pirates as their guns and rigging quite literally went up in smoke. The confusion only increased as the Dagger's men charged into the fray with a bloody battle cry, and within minutes the pirate horde was thinning. Just as Amelia thought, the Scorps were not very adept or coordinated at fighting; their preferred hit and run tactics had softened their basic man to man skills. Bullets flew and swords slashed through the air as pirated fell or fled, and it seemed that her Officers might not even need to intervene... but that was before the big fish arrived.

 

"HAR HAR HAR!" roared a deep, gruff voice over the din of combat, "What have we here? A couple o' gnats in the air?"

 

"This is no laughing matter Red John," replied another, smoother voice, "These men and women mean to destroy us, and disabled as we are they're like to do it."

 

Amelia's eyes snapped to the source of the noise, where two figured had emerged from a cabin on the enemy deck; a short, broad man with a bald head and a red beard, and a taller and thinner man with a goatee. Both sported eyepatches, and the way the pirates rallied to them implied that these were two of their leaders.

 

"Aw, come off it Diego! Ya really be thinking that these flies have what it takes to bring us down?"

 

"You seem awfully confident given that they're already halfway to doing so."

 

"Wha? We'll be seeing about that now! Don't wait up! YAR!"

 

With a bellow the bearded pirate began to run forward, ignoring the hail of gunfire all around him as he leaped high into the air over the gap and toward the Dagger. "INCOMING MAIN DECK!" Amelia yelled to her crew as he came crashing down, a spiked ball and chain in his hands. At the same time, a rapid whisper on the wind came to Amelia, and on instinct alone she flicked her weapons- a pair of curved hand glaives- off of her belt and in front of her face, just in time to deflect three bullets that would have perforated her face had she been an instant slow. The source was revealed as smoke blew from the barrels of a pistol in the tall pirate's hands. Far from being intimidated, however, Amelia licked her lips and smiled.

 

"All hands! Crew is to keep the enemy occupied and maintain the pressure! Officers are to engage the enemy commanders! Smartly, now!"

 

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With remarkable rapidity, what had once been a peaceful ordeal changed into the strife filled air of conflict. Upon Amelia's order, cannonade were fired, hooks were latched, and with a roar the chaos of close quarters combat reverberated through the air. Through it all, Annaveya hung back aboard the Dagger. For two reasons in particular; first, being that she was waiting for a worthy opponent to go against. Second, Amelia had given her strict orders earlier in the day.

Orders, which to be fair, felt most unpleasant!

She wasn't allowed to use magic here! The nerve of it! Sure, the reason made sense as it would make this entire conflict against a group of novice pirates too easy. But still, hastening the end of a battle would be most advantageous! A wise Admiral had once told her that a sailor who strikes first generally also strikes last!

Yet here she was, standing passively so that the new greenhorns of the ship might wet their feet. It was a calamitous display, although it were at least slightly impressive. There were those who possessed a remarkable amount of fury behind their force.

Finally however, Anna's impatience got the better of her

Breaking into a run, she smoothly vaulted over The Dagger's railing and landed in the midst of the conflict. Without hesitation a Pirate charged the uniformed officer who appeared to be helplessly unarmed. With a maddening cackle filled with malice, his sword fell upon her to only strike thin air.

With a graceful pivot, she had maneuvered around the blow to arrive at the man's back. Where she would find what she wanted: a pair of daggers. Unsheathing them from the Pirate's waist deftly, she would nimbly move beneath a wild horizontal swing, and with a flash of metal she would find her vengeance.

Staying within dangerously close range in order for her to make it difficult for the Pirate to frantically use his sword in defense, the Merchant Princess would toy with her prey.

With feline grace, she brought upon the Pirate an assault that slowly increased in ferocity and savagery. At first he held a smirk, thinking that the girl was an amateur with the blade; yet such arrogance would fade as she pushed him further back. Swift, dangerously accurate swipes, thrusts, and parties with the short blades came as swift as lightning it seemed, as he was soon backed against a wall.

In desperation he would swipe high with this sword, and Anna decided then that the time for play was over. With a flick of wrist, the dagger she was using spun suspended in the air for a brief moment while she slipped beneath his strike. With nimble fingertips, she caught the weapon by the handle and slammed it into his ribcage.

A rattling gasp for air shuddered forth as she stole his breath from him, and a voiceless cry of agony as she then punctured the second lung. He collapsed then, struggling for the air to exist as she turned to see a new threat.

Two men had joined the fray, two who were of obvious caliber that was higher than their men. Slipping through the chaos of the battle, she waited patiently for the two to meet eye to eye. And within ten feet of distance, she did. Mismatched eyes of crimson and gold met those of his, and a coy smile crept upward on her lips as she placed both daggers in one hand.

"A pleasure to dance with you this day, good sir." She began, bowing smoothly, yet never removing her eyes from him. "It is to my misfortune that my Captain has temporarily bound me againsty full ability. Well, misfortune for me, and a blessing for you."

"Shall we begin?"

Without waiting for an answer, Annaveya lunged across the distance, closing the gap with the man almost instantly as with one hand a Dagger was thrown with credible force for his sternum. The other however, still remained in hand. With it, she would attempt to.pierce his left flank, with a swift thrust towards his ribs.

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​She was soon joined on deck by one of the Lieutenants, the nimble and feisty one as she moved around the deck causing a bit of a ruckus. The enemy line had already fallen into disarray and to then face even stronger fighters was certainly morale draining. Fifi observed the woman closely as she toyed with a pirate, it was a dangerous way. Her stance had openings and she wasn't that aware of her surroundings. It is said that in wars even the most accomplished warriors are killed by absolute nobodies if they aren't careful. Luckily for her, Fifi blew the brains out of the one pirate that had decided to flank the maiden while she dispatched one of her own.

 

She felt her excitement dull a little as she herself lost the fun of fight. She wasn't here to play a guardian and the one she had helped looked capable enough to watch her own back. Fifi weaved through a few more attackers, twisting and pivoting away from their empty swings, she could have finished a few more but she felt that her men needed some release after she drilled them so hard.

 

Soon a veritable duo appeared on the deck, the captain and his lieutenant it seemed. The stocky man thumped around the deck to quickly board the Dagger declaring his challenge. Fifi felt that a worthy opponent had joined the fray as she jumped back on her parent ship facing the man. Her mask hiding any emotion she felt and her attire hiding any body signs of her excitement.

 

She kept her sword to the side as she charged the man head on, her body showing no needless motion and her footwork precise and measured. She hoped to start with a thrust to his spleen once she negated whatever he did with his ball and chain.

 

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The day had started off so promising, as they were doing a simple escort mission, escorting The Tradesman across the Azurian  Orebors, but it had become quite the nest for sky pirates. What this meant for Jinxy was that she needed to make sure she was keeping an eye on the engine, make sure everything was running smoothly, and there were no hiccups. The last thing anyone wanted was for them to crash land while trying to protect the shipping vessel.

 

Jinxy groaned as she pulled herself out from one of the engines and hauled herself to her feet. Everything was running smoothy, as was expected. She always made sure that the ship was in tip-top shape, so there was nothing to fix or maintain that day. She pulled a rag out of her pocket and started rubbing the engine fluids off her hands, and then her face, which only resulted in her getting some of her trademark smudges on her face. She tucked the cloth back away in her coverall pocket and looked around the engine room and smiled a bit.

 

She walked out on the deck and stretched a bit, mostly keeping to herself for the moment. The captain was conversing with Annaveya, as well as Lindo. There was no need to intrude, and there was no need to give the captain any updates.

 

Things stared rapidly changing, and for the worse, when the winds seemed to change. Something was wrong, and both the second mate and the captain could sense it. Jinxy was not one that understood the winds or how things were, but she could hear something in the wind. The sound of another engine that was neither The Dagger or The Tradesman. Something was coming to attack them. Probably going to attack the merchant vessel.

 

She could hear the cries across the deck and knew that they were preparing for war. As her magiteck was kept under lock, she ran to the engine room to get a pair of normal sais, as she didn't want to be unarmed for when the battle began. She knew that some of the crew would be making sure that they were doing well. She heard the cannons and arms go off, and made a mental note to check the parts after the battle if asked.

 

She heard the call for no rune magic, and nodded to herself. So just normal weapons and fists. She got it.

 

She entered the fray with the others, and fought tooth and nail against the pirates, and hopped over to the Pirate ship, and took the fight to them when they were close enough. A man with a pair of guns, apparently one of the two pirate leaders appeared. She saw Annaveya cross over with her, and claim the man as her opponent. However, guns were tricky, and while Annaveya was talented, it wouldn't hurt to help the Third Mate out.

 

"Mind if I join the dance, Annaveya?" She said and dashed in, slashing at the man's left wrist with her right hand, hoping to get him to drop his gun, before she dropped to slash across the back of his leg, going for the tendon.

 

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The battle began to shift as the enemy commanders joined the fray. What had begun as a chaotic mess focused only on the Stinger had become a pitched fray with two centers around the two men who had appeared. Something about them was oddly familiar to Amelia, though. She'd never met either man directly, certainly, but still something of their appearances and the names they had called one another seemed to lend itself to her having known of them specifically from somewhere. Thinking on it with what sense she could spare, she turned back to directing the fight as her best and brightest drew their weapons and leaped in.

 

On the Dagger- vs Red John

The large, bearded man who had jumped aboard laughed as he swung his spiked ball about, sending crew ducking, running, or flying away from him in its wake. He flailed it at everything in his reach without moving, as if daring someone to brave the ball and get close to him. Fifi answered his challenge, knocking away the business end of his flail as she pushed in. Red John turned toward her, grinning sadistically all the while as she closed in. She thrust toward his stomach, but as she came in her blade was intercepted by his hooked left hand! He struck the sword aside with it, and then immediately moved to attack Fifi!

 

"Come on lass, show some emotion! LET'S SEE A SMILE!"

 

Before his attack could connect, however, he was forced to duck and roll away as a rapier passed only a few inches over his head. Krystal chided herself for being too slow as John regained his stance, but all the same she stayed focused on the man.

 

"Ha! Two against one? Fine by me! COME ON THEN!" he bellowed as he hurl the ball toward them again!

 

On the Stinger- vs Diego

Contrary to his compatriot, the man with the goatee retained a mask of passiveness and calm as his shots were blocked and the 3rd Lieutenant approached him. A quick turn carried him out of the thrown knife's path and brought him around to face Annaveya as she came around, and from there he raised a pistol to aim at her.

 

"Too slow, my dear."

 

Before the trigger was pulled, however, Jinxy intervened! Her slash at his left hand averted the shot, and her follow up attack forced Diego to jump away from her and regain his distance. He paused to study the two ladies for a moment, before reaching for his belt and drawing a second pistol- which he began to slowly and calmly load with ammunition, as though he weren't in an active fight.

 

"By the way," he said, "You may want to be careful not to tunnel vision. You are on an enemy ship, after all..."

 

As he spoke, five Sand Scorps rushed in with weapons drawn, aiming to gang up on them! But as they ran, a shot rang out from the Dagger and sent one of them toppling away, a single wound in the side of his head. Atop the crow's nest, Christopher cycled the spent round from his rifle and took aim- but from there a shot that wouldn't risk hitting Anna or Jinxy would be almost impossible. They'd have to disengage or deal with the enemies on their own... but that didn't remove the round waiting in his chamber for the right moment.

 

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"Home?" He had always thought about home and how much he missed training with his mother. To this day, he had not been pushed as hard as his mother pushed him. He remembered the lessons she taught and the skills he learned from her. "My mother is the most skilled swordsman I have ever seen. She trained me as a child in our small town. She pushed me in ways that would make you think she was cruel. However, she always nursed me back to health and she provided me with meals every day. Her cooking wasn't that good but there was love there so it tasted fine. I just miss having her arou......."

The alarms sounded, signaling to all that the attack was underway. With the captain giving the orders, the ship maneuvered it's way around to flank the incoming pirate ship. The Dagger attached itself to the pirate ship and kept it from getting away, allowing for the combat specialists of the crew to board the ship. That is where Lindo came in. He was launched from the bay towards the pirate ship where there were a few pirates standing ready to attack. Seeing them together gave him the chance to practice a new technique he had been trying to perfect.

Grabbing his blade in mid-flight, he began torquing his body and spinning, once he got close, Lindo drew his blade and used the his new technique DANCING DIVING DRAGON. As he landed, three heads dropped to the ground. Without looking at what he did, he kept moving and leaning these words "Clean them up, then find me."

Running, he ran into a large man with a ball in chain in tow. He was in combat with Ms. Fimbulwinter, who had engaged him. This was the first time Lindo would have had the chance to witness her fight. Actually, he had heard of how proficient she was in.........everything. He looked at the fight as an opportunity and a chance to learn. So he just stood back and ready. "Ms. Fimbulwinter, it seems you have this one under control. Don't worry, my blade is ready for any assistance you many need." Lindo stood, arms folded, watching as Fifi attacked gracefully. He was prepared to be dragged into the fight and if necessary, he would draw and give her assistance if need be. Of course he made sure the occasional jobber would stay out of the way as well. You know jobbers, they always do their jobs, they get stomped.

Out of nowhere, Krystal appeared as Fifi Clashed with Red John the pirate. The two ladies stood together to fight as Red John retaliated from Fifi's attack. The ball and chain was hurled at the two women. Looking at how the attack was made, Lindo decided to act anyway, "You two, attack together. Go for killing strikes. Do not waste time." Waiting for the women to attack, he waiting for an opportunity to strike. Drawing his attention to them or him. He would leap to the ceiling and bound off of it, at an angle away from the ball and chain's targectory. As he bounded towards the man, he went in for a killing strike DIVING DRAGON STRIKE. He was going to decapitate the man.
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