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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 23, 2019 16:31:14 GMT -8
There was an all-too-eager look in Ponytail's eye as he watched the fishmen emerge from the sea. It was a challenge, of course-- the beasts were bold enough to assert themselves on dry ground as a duck would dare a falcon.
He was glad not to allow it to go unanswered.
"Come. Let us slay these. It will be a good fight." Letting the still-smoking rifle hang off his shoulder by a strap, he moved to grasp Lily by the shoulder and lead her a few steps further away form the edge of the boat.
With a free hand, he drew his backsword-- there was a flintlock pistol holstered upon his belt, of course, but one must wait for precisely the right moment to fire it during combat.
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Post by Machevelli on Jul 25, 2019 0:44:01 GMT -8
Lily smirked, the gull droppings on her head forgotten as the boat rocked from its uninvited guests. A test of her skills so soon? She would prove her worth and slay as many of them as she could. Fishmen with primitive weapons would be no match for the finesse and grace she wielded. She drew her rapier and followed Ponytail, eying the fishmen that had boarded their vessel.
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Post by rosallora on Jul 29, 2019 17:26:51 GMT -8
There's the sound of fighting breaking out all over the ship. Some men on the starboard side start trying to haul hooks off of the rail of the Ursa, getting at least one of the dastardly harpoons off and sending one of the groupers back into the depths. At the bow where the fighters are placed, three such hooks have made their appearance, rusted metal splitting into and splintering the rails. Soon taloned, webbed claws etch lines into the wood as three coordinated pelagic groupers rise from over the side, their maws open with white, needlelike teeth. Their glassy eyes fix upon the adventurers, and they haul their bodies aboard, scales taking on strange sheen in the light of the midday sun. Such creatures were not used to the gaze of day.
The first to the left was of purplish hue, spines lining its back with indigo veins and yellow eyes. It shrieks at them and the spines upon its back and becoming apparent on its elbows and shins straighten and harden, wet and gleaming with dark intention, webbing connecting them to the scaled flesh. It holds in its hand a sword with a curved edge,
The second stands upon the rail itself, a long fin extending from its lower back. Its scales are cerulean, mottled with a green that speaks of algae and sea-life. It hoists a trident above its head, long-tarnished silver studded with a few small blue gems. Its mouth is permeated with holes seen when it opens its maw, dripping spittle onto the deck. It heaves a breath, gills fluttering uselessly. Its tail lashes about behind it, some extra appendage that was of little use now that it was above water.
The last was green as seaweed, its eyes white as the blinding light of the sun. Stuck through with hooks in several places, it clinked against the wood as it pulled itself aboard. From its teeth drops a dagger, joining its twin in its hands. When it looks at them, there is a smile to it, a cruel sentience, that speaks to its intellect. A near-golden sheen takes over its scales as it straightens its back, reflecting the glare from the sun.
"STRIKE HARD!" The Captain's voice was heard from afar, and a gun goes off somewhere else on deck.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2019 21:25:33 GMT -8
Prescott flashed an uneven smirk at Lekalis's quip. "Aye. I'll try 'n pull 'em into your spear if I can." His response was short, but clearly filled with an excited vigor compared to the tone he had used to speak with him prior. He could appreciate that the noble was displaying some weight to his previous peacocking by moving to take the lead. The weighted hook being twirled in his hand began a low, barely audible whistle as it spun quicker in a tighter circle while the hunter weighed chances at a glance.
There.
The blue one standing on the edge is an easy target. Even if he couldn't manage to get his hook to wrap around, then he could at least knock it either prone or off the ship entirely. It may live the fall, but he knew from the past that it's a long way down to the water below, even on a smaller vessel such as this and less opponents tips the odds more in their favor. The moment Prescott picked out his target was the moment he moved in. He charged forward, leaning into his step to lead the hook in a curve towards the grouper on the railing with a well practiced throw. The aim was off just slightly for the rope to wrap, but it still hit with a solid thud against the creatures skull that could be heard well enough from his own position. Reflexively. Prescott yanked the rope back as it hit, causing the hook to tear off a small amount of it's flesh as the thing toppled backwards off the railing and into the ocean below.
Whether he was imagining it or not, he could've sworn he heard the nasty bugger scream as it fell and it made him snort back a laugh as he circled his wrist to bring as much rope back into his hand as he could.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 30, 2019 11:15:08 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
Though Lekalis knew to keep his head on a swivel, what with the hooks caught about the boat, he couldn't deny a level of surprise and respect in watching Prescott's hook fly and rip and tear like an over enthusiastic fisherman.
"That's a quaint trick." He commented kindly with a glance and smirk to the man before noting Ponytail and Lily's successful regroup.
"Keep the offensive then! Don't get too close to the railing neither; I'll prod off the hooks with my spear--" Lekalis intoned quickly and Lordly as he affirmed his skill, in part to himself, by flourishing the weapon before stepping alongside Prescott; the Crimson cloaked Lord set his eyes upon the equally dazzling green and gold Grouper that'd clambered aboard.
With one quick step forward, the diamond's head of his spear snapped out like the tongue of a viper and slid out to pierce the scaley meat of that twin-daggered Grouper.
His form and motion felt good, his left hand having moved about to the butt of the shaft and pushed with quick strength, as his right guided the weapon like a groove in a crossbow. Though he may have overestimated his weapon's reach, it seemed to catch the creature firmly in its shoulder.
Lekalis was quick to pull the long weapon back, quick as it came, it left with a thin trail of viscous blood. His feet moved in kind, where they'd been wide spread to stepforward, he stepped back like a crane amidst mud and made his spear short; pulling its head close to his hand and assumed to nonchalantly shield himself behind Prescott's larger form.
"Prescott, when you're ready, let's step up lively like; about 5 steps closer." Lekalis looked back to Lily and Ponytail, motioning for them to stand in rank with himself before he set his eyes on the two groupers. As he subtly assumed to wield his buckler in his left hand, he quietly worried about where that Blue fishman might come up...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 31, 2019 17:49:23 GMT -8
So bold, this purple one was-- the other fishfolk seemed to have been dealt with by his more-than-capable compatriots. The remaining one seemed to be far too prepared, with his spines and sword all bared.
The open air was dangerous. Ponytail thought he should demonstrate why these monstrous fishfolk should stay in the dark depths where they belong.
He flashed his pocket mirror out of his coat pocket, angling it just so that it would flare the noon sun precisely into the creature's eyes, stepping forward as he did so... perhaps not to join the rank-and-file, as Lekalis wished. He'd much rather this dangerous fish be disposed of beforehand.
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Post by rosallora on Aug 1, 2019 17:57:34 GMT -8
The purple creature sneered, caught in the bright reflected light of the pocket mirror. It made a too-human sound, rubbing a hand over its eyes, as if it could dispel the effect of the light by just being angry enough at it.
The golden-tinted grouper, however, had no such hindrance. The beast lept out of harm's way of being pushed off the boat, clawed toes digging into the wood as it approached the group of adventurers. It darted around Prescott, trying to get at the man who had wounded it, the spot already trailing red down its scales and dripping too-thickly onto the boards. Despite its spirit, it can't get the nobleman.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2019 20:50:38 GMT -8
Prescott could only huff a small chuckle at the Lord's kind remark. Pleasantries and praise can come after these things have been dealt with, but he shows he is indeed listening as he follows along with Lekalis's prompts. It's clear he has a plan of action and Prescott knew how much more effective a unit could be when working together.
Seeing Ponytail preoccupy the purple sworded fish, Prescott was free to set his sights firmly on the gold-green one who made its way closer. It surprised him somewhat that it didn't try going after him considering it had to get by in order to get to the man currently using him as a meat shield, but the hunter used this to his advantage. With a quick flick of his wrist, the axe in his non-dominant hand flipped around as he side stepped in to cut the fish off it's path, slicing into it's chest. Because of his position, he couldn't afford to give the swing the force needed to break through the bastards ribs, but he cut the damn thing off before it could get any further.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 3, 2019 13:34:09 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Lord cocked a brow as the Hunter shouldered his rifle and produced a mirror; for a moment, he worried the man might have been a rival in the measures he'd go to look good, but alas, when he spied the light reflecting off and away towards the violet Grouper, he stowed his worry in light of surprise.
A clever move, to be sure, but one the Lord could not relish in as the glimmer of gold scales caught his eye and he only just slid his left hand from its position on the haft of his spear to the hilt of his Falchion which whipped out with a flourish which caught the Golden Grouper beneath the arm opposite of Prescott's strike; where Prescott's ax chopped with malign impact, Lekalis' falchion hissed through scales and into meat with a sound like a boat rushing through water, before he pirhouetted away as the follow through of the draw cut came over his head and he made some distance between himself and the Grouper.
His red cloak swept about him like petals to a rose as he moved with grace and guile over the ship's woody boards and placed himself a step or three away from the Grouper. Ever minding his distance to the railing.
Spear still in hand, he moved the hand wielding the Falchion back to grip the spear to prepare for the next strike;
"You mean to dazzle them, Ponytail? Or shall we crack on with the killing?" he called out to the rifleman with a cheeksome glance and smirk, though he didn't dare linger. He knew too well wit on the battlefield was oft met with violent reply.
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Post by Machevelli on Aug 3, 2019 19:28:13 GMT -8
Lily looked at Ponytail in disbelief, a questioning “Really?” slipping out of her mouth at the sight of his underhanded trick. Fighting dirty against a weaker enemy? Was his ranged weapon not enough of an advantage already? She had too much honor to stoop to such a low. Her posture perfect and practiced, Lily advanced towards the purple fish-thing, waiting for it to recover from the its unfair condition before initiating.
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Post by rosallora on Aug 4, 2019 3:20:15 GMT -8
The purple grouper lashes out, still half-blinded from the light of the mirror. It stumbles, nearly impaling itself upon Lily's rapier as it goes to the side, the boat rocking still with the cadence of the waves. It roars its frustration, unable to get at the man that'd caused it such discomfort. A few drops of blackened looking spittle drops from its mouth onto the deck, faintly sizzling. The spines upon it flare dangerously, some defensive reaction to the attack.
There was a similar hiss to come from the mouth of the other grouper left on deck, now more red than gold. It rakes its claws in response to the wounds that cut it so deeply, managing to scrape against the bounty hunter's flesh in its panic. There was a gurgling sound eeking from its maw that sounded unholy, blood starting to bubble from its lips.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2019 16:53:40 GMT -8
The sound that the fish folk made put an uncomfortable pit in his stomach, making him pause for but a brief moment. It didn't last long before the hot stinging sensation of the creature's claws raking into his arm brought his focus back to what was happening and that unsettled feeling was soon replaced with a burst of anger.
With a sharp almost bark of a growl Prescott dropped his rope and snatched the grouper's wrist with his now free hand, yanking it outward and bringing his axe full force down into the exposed crook of the fish's neck. The weapon sunk well into it's flesh, barely stopping as it cut down into the collar bone. Without waisting a beat, Prescott set his foot squarely onto the creature's stomach to kick it free of his weapon. He could feel a small pop from wrist still gripped tight in his hand as the force pulled the arm out of it's socket. There was a malice to the motion of him tossing the limp body off to the side, it's head barely hanging on to the rest of it. He gave an irritated huff as he switched the axe to his dominant hand while his own blood began lightly dripping off his own wound.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 5, 2019 12:53:23 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
In truth, the fight was going far better than he'd anticipated; even with the gilded grouper's ferocious raking of Prescott's chest, the wound looked superficial, non poisonous to boot. For once, a scratch was simply a scratch; and with the ship's supplies, even if there was no surgeon aboard, Lekalis was confident he could play the part if need. Perhaps he rather wanted to play the part, if anything.
Alas, his attentions snapped to reality; with a gravitous pat on the shoulder of Prescott, he gave the man a comradic nod and moved to assist the Fencer; yet the sight of black goop bubbling forth from its maw... while not terrifiying for sake of experience, was dreadful in haunting traumas of spearheads sizzled and clothes ruined. Its consistency was uncomfortably similar to that which had made the scar upon his brow and cheek... It was enough for him to hesitate in his thrust, enough for the spearhead to fly wide of its mark before he quickly pulled the weapon back; hoping the speed of the strike would let its miss go unnoticed in the throng of battle.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 5, 2019 17:37:44 GMT -8
Ponytail swiftly made to close the distance between himself and the blinded land-fish, stepping past the woman and her pokey-stick to slash again at the beast's eyes to blind it for good.
With the shift of the boat, though, he found himself slashing up at its face, from its fishy nosebridge to its temple. While the eyes were uncripplingly undamaged, if the fish man were a vain creature, perhaps he would be distressed at the new scar across his face.
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Post by Machevelli on Aug 5, 2019 19:02:40 GMT -8
Lily watched as her compatriot moved in to slash at the fishman. The fishman was clearly outclassed, adding another adversary would be dishonorable. But this was not the classroom, Lily reminded herself. These beasts fought not to win, but to kill. She approached the aquatic warrior slowly, unsure of her footing on the rocking ship. Once she drew close enough, she jabbed at the grouper. However, her aim was off center as vessel moved about, the tip striking a tougher section of fish instead of the softer belly.
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