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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Dec 30, 2005 0:11:53 GMT -5
Saber found herself Thrust up against one of the other masts. Her sword hand pinned against the wood. The, much bigger then her, man smiled evilily and seemed to ask her something. Saber struggled a moment and then smiled. "I have no clue what you just said... but im going to take it as an insult." Flicking her left hand she pulled out a knife and drove it into the man's chest. As she twisted and turned it she got an odd satisfaction from the pained look on the man's face. Pulling the knife out she kicked the man over leaving him writhing in pain. She then turned upon her next attacker.
Kat shot the closest man to her, right through the head. Blood splatered on her already stained shirt and bodice. Kat's face also was covered in it. Her green eyes shone out through the mess of hair and blood. She saw a young man running to a cabin, and smiled. This might be a good oportunity. Fighting her way through she followed the man to the cabin door. He opened it and yelled to his captain. Kat imediately shot him in the back. As he fell to the ground she saw a man standing there with a determined look on his face. Kat herself looked somewhat like a demon. Kat knew a few words of spanish and understood the simple question he asked her. "Your worst nightmare, if you dont cooperate." She said steping into the cabin.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Dec 30, 2005 0:41:27 GMT -5
~Seurill~
::The Spanish Captain stared up at the figure in the doorframe...and nearly laughed. The "attacker" was nothing more than a young British girl, wielding a pistol she probably didn't know how to properly use. He stood up then, all fear having left him at the sight of the slender woman, and grinned::
::Using what bits of English he'd picked up on shore, he addressed her calmly, if not a bit mockingly:: "What a pretty little girl this is," ::he droned, his accent heavy in his words. He took a step closer to her, letting his eyes rove over her body. She wasn't bad looking, despite being covered in crimson blood. In fact, that almost made her more attractive.... Perhaps he would take her captive as a prisoner, in case they somehow made it out of this skirmish alive::
"Give me that weapon, child.... Girls should not play with such toys." ::He reached for her gun then, still grinning lecherously at her::
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Dec 30, 2005 1:01:26 GMT -5
Kat clenched her teeth as the captain said she was a pretty little girl. Her hand tightend on her gun then rememberd that she had already fired it. She swore under her breath and then noticed the captain's roving eyes. Oh this was too much. Already today someone had basically given her a compliment on her looks... or rather her body. He reached for her gun and told her she shouldn't be playing with it. He also called her a child. That was the last straw. Raising her gun she pointed it at him as though she was going to shoot him, and then at the last second twisted it in her hand and whacked him across his face with the butt of the gun. Then droping the gun she "kneed" him hard in places I wont mention.
Saber slashed out at yet another man and slit his face open. Driving forward she cut down a man trying to load a cannon. Suddenly she saw she had gotten too deep. As good a swords woman as she was even she couldnt beat seven men at once. Especially without a pistol. One of the men grabbed her from behind and held her fast. She writhed in his grip but couldnt get free.
(no talking... wow!)
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Post by Emma on Dec 30, 2005 1:23:08 GMT -5
(Gods,Bossa,are you TRYING to get him killed?This is Emma...my account's being EBIL EBIL EBIL! So I'll be posting as a guest,just so I don't fall too far behind....)
This was where Emma really came alive.At the sound of gunshots,a smile stole over the young woman's features.It was time...
Her sword was in her hand in a second,and she climbed up in the rigging,watching eagerly as the Margarita got closer.When it was just a few yards away,she took hold of a rope unattatched at the bottom,watching for a moment as her companions boarded the enemy ship,then swung over,landing rather awkwardly on the deck.
It only took her a second to get to her feet-there were far better ways to die than crumpled up on some silly Spanish rumrunner's deck.Alcohol poisoning,for one... Taking only a moment to get her bearings,she began towards where her friends were fighting.Evelyn was already on board,and Saber,and Kat.
Some of the sailors tried to talk to her,but she didn't really listen.Not much point to begin with,she thought absently as she dodged a skinny,ragged sailor's sword,and even less when you didn't speak a word of their native language.
Rick pulled a worn old pistol from his belt as the pulled alongside the Margarita,picking off a man who looked like he was going to try and board the Pearl.It was important to make sure that they were controlling the grounds of the battle.No one was going to be touching the Black Pearl,not least because Jack would go mad if they let anything happen to his precious,beloved ship...
He ran up one of the boarding planks,drawing his sword as his feet hit the deck with a thump.The first man who tried to drive him back went into the water after a sidestep and a carefully aimed elbow to his skull.A grim smile twisted his lips as he charged into the growing fray.This...this was what life was all about.
"No hablos Espanol!"Emma informed a man cheerfully,slamming the hilt of her saber into his temple.He crumpled to the floor,and Emma chanced a look around.Rick was fighting on the other side of the deck.She was near the cabins and the entrance to the hold,and--What the Hell was that squeaking noise?Cutting down another sailor,she glanced into an open doorway and saw Kat and a Spanish man rolling on the ground in agony,making an occasional squeak.She raised an eyebrow, walking in and brushing a bit of blood from her face with the back of her sleeve.
"Bleedin' Hell,mate,"she muttered,looking up at her blood-soaked friend,"What'd th' poor bastard do t'deserve that?Y'coulda just killed 'im,I know y'r good enough at that..."
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 30, 2005 1:32:50 GMT -5
Her side stung horribly as the fight ensued. Through the crowd she could just make out Eric's dark blonde locks. It was nice just to see that he was still conscious, alive, and mobile. Her fears weren't as heightened now because she had been through various battles with Eric before and he had proved her wrong. He really could look after himself when he really wanted to.
As she stepped forward, a flick of the wrist slashed at a man's side, causing him to bleed, and growl. Her face was now covered in a sheen of sweat, dirt clung to her, and her eyes stung due to the fumes continuing to billow into the air from the left over flames dying out near the base of the main mast which littered the deck. It was difficult fighting amongst the great tangle of sails, ropes, and riggings. Her sword clashed violently with that of her opponent before he tripped over a spar, she thrusted, and he lay dead, blood seeping onto the sails and staining them. From behind there was a kick a littl too close to her wound and she witheld a yelp of pain. Spinning on the ball of her foot, she growled, and lunged at the man.
Her fist collided with his jaw and it stung. Then with a hand clutching his neck to the deck, she rammed her elbow straight into the man's eye, hearing him screech in pain. Then with all his might he shoved her away from him as he clutched his injury. Taking up her cutlass, Evelyn's honey colored eyes darted all around the deck. Spying Kat moving towards a door her brows furrowed. What was she doing?
Her thoughts disappated then as a boot was driven into her face. That's what she got for looking away for one second! Her lip pulsed and ripped open. She brought the back of her hand to it, attempting to keep the blood from flowing so freely. Taking up her cutlass, she swung hard. The man parried, driving her blade astray. She thrust once more, and he parried. He was obviously a bit better versed in the ways of fighting blade to blade.
She grinned evilly as the blood now seeped down the corner of her mouth a bit. Stepping forward, he parried, then stepped forward himself, craftily stepping over the spars that dared trip him up. He moved to the left and Evelyn shifted to the right, her feet expertly moving in smooth unison so as to adjust her angle. He applied pressure, Evelyn backed away. In fact, he was backing her into the gunwalls!
She put on a worried face, stepped back hastily, so much so that he eagerly continued at a quick pace. Finally, with her legs touching the railing she hurriedly spun on her toe to her right, drove her elbow into the man's back, and gave a strong kick into his back, driving the man into the wall and overboard.
Turning, she noted Saber was in a bit of a struggle and she called out. "Saber mate! I'll be there!" But a moment later, she was driven to the ground. A man had tackled her from behind, pinned her to the ground, and placed a knee to her cheek. "Floody...ghell..." she cough, as her face remained plastered sideways to the deck. A pistol's hammer was pulled back, the barrel placed at her temple, and Evelyn shut her eyes...
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Dec 30, 2005 1:44:57 GMT -5
Kat looked down at the writhing man with satisfaction. She flung her hair over her shoulder and smiled. That would teach him to underestimate women. Kat turned as Emma entered and shook her head. "He said I was pretty. You dont think he deserved that?" She paused for a moment. "I didnt kill him because I want him to suffer first. Besides, hes the captain. We need to show him to the rest of the crew so they will surrender... then i'll kill him. She said nodding grimly. With a sinister smile on her face she looked back at her victim.
Saber heared Evelyn and hoped for help, but it didnt come. One of the men forcefully took her sword from her while the others began jeering in their native toungue. One of them stroked her hair and laughed as Saber lunged at him but was dragged back by those who held her. Saber was almost ready to scream, If she didn't get out soon, things would turn ugly.
(ooc note - I'm adding something to saber's outfit. A tightly laced blue corset. ;D Oh and please don't anyone resuce her yet. I have this really cool post i'm planing out. If you feel you must do something for her, go ahead and attack the men standing around her. Just not the guy holding her ok? Thanks!)
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Dec 30, 2005 20:20:24 GMT -5
~Seurill~
::Seurill never knew what hit him. He collapsed to the ground, pain searing through every inch of his body, and tried to call out for help. However, the only sounds able to escape his tight throat were short, pitiful sqeaks::
::After a few moments, the pain subsided enough for him to blink up through watery eyes at the woman who had kicked him. To his surprise -- and distress -- another was standing next to her, looking just as fierce and dangerous as the first. One thing was obvious. He would never make the mstake of underestimating a woman again::
::Assuming he had much longer to live::
"...Por favore...," ::he pleaded, still on his knees before them:: "Do not kill me.... I have...información."
::He was desperate now, willing to trade anything he had in exchange for his life. Perhaps he could still escape from this fight intact.... //Well,// he thought, wincing slightly as he shifted his weight onto his other leg. //Mostly intact.//::
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 30, 2005 21:14:06 GMT -5
(ooc: Don't mind the novel sized post, I was catching my arse up! ) *Eric landed on the other side, running into one of the Spaniards as he did so and stumbled backwards. The man growled and spun around quickly, raising a small dagger above his head, ready to strike Eric with it. Eric sneered at the man and within an instant kicked out, hitting the man in the stomach and knocking him to the ground. Not wanting to risk him getting back up Eric took his sword and drove it into the mans chest cavity. The spaniards eyes rolled back and with a gurgling sound he began motionless.
Eric's brown eyes narrowed and anger swam within them as they roamed over the activity upon the decks. A few of the Pearls crew were upon it's decks, fighting every man to the death. He heard heavy footfalls running at him and his eyes darted to the right. Aiming his pistol he pulled the trigger and the man running at him cried out and fell to his knees. One corner of Erics mouth raised in a grin and he let out a bitter laughter.
He was about to rush forward into the center of the ship when there was a thunderous cracking sound and he felt he deck beneath his feet shutter. Furrowing his brow and glancing down at the deck there was the sound of something splitting and his eyes darted instantly towards the main mass. Stumbling backwards, his heart pounding as he watched its decent to the deck he turned his back to it, kneeling and leaning into the railing, praying it wouldn't hit anyone but one of the damn Spaniards.
The ship rocked violently as the mast met its demise and he sprang to his feet within an instant. Glancing about he could make out the forms of most of his crewmates and let out a sigh of relief. Spotting Evelyn he started towards her when she was suddenly caught up in a battle of her own, and he in his. He felt someone hit him between the shoulder blades with the hilt of a sword and as he stumbled forward he turned with a growl and clashed swords with his attacker. The man was by far better than Eric, blocking every swing Eric made while Eric barely managed to block his.* Damnit just die already! *Eric cried and then winced as the very tip of the mans sword went along his belly. Nothing more than a scratch but it was enough to push Eric over the edge.* You bastard! *He barked and with a quick over the head swipe with his sword he lopped off the mans head.
Smiling, proud with himself for taking down an attacker more skilled than himself he turned his attentions back to those Spaniards still standing. He could hear their constant jeers, even some he knew were directed at him but he couldn't understand a single one of them, nor did he need to. He doubted they were flattering. Rushing further along the ship deck he spotted Kat and Emma with a man who was on the ground and he smirked. It was obvious what Kat had done to the guy just by the way he was acting and Eric winced inwardly and made note never to piss that woman off if she was within kneeing reach.
Shaking his head he trotted along and engaged in a spar with two men who were smaller than him in brawn but just as tall. His blade went straight through the stomach of the first man and as the Spaniards companion fell he smirked at Eric and Eric simply smirked back and the two began insulting one another in their own languages as they fought with Eric constantly shouting "You better not have said what I think you said!" Finally Eric knocked the mans sword away from him and he grinned. His moment of expertise had finally come, he could use his fists! Quickly sheathing his own sword he tackled the man and they fell to the deck.
Wrestling and both taking turns gaining and loosing control Eric finally managed to sock the man in the temple, temporarily blinding him. However, in the Spaniards panic, he began to swing wildly and caught Eric in the mouth. Suddenly tasting the warm blood Eric spit some out and growled angrily. Throwing the man off of him and springing to his feet, ready to kick the man in the jaw his eyes fell upon Evelyn, caught beneath a man who had a pistol to her head.
Erics heart lept into his throat and he felt his panic rise suddenly. Forgetting all about the Spaniard he was attacking Eric charged for the man that was on top of Evelyn. He tackled him to the ground and began to fight with the man for control of the pistol.* You bastard! *Eric growled socking him in the face and snatching the mans hand that was clutching the pistol. The man let out a cry but was reluctant to release his weapon and Erics arm shook as he struggled to free it from the Spaniards grasp.
Finally, after fearing his muscles were about to give out, he gained control of the gun and without hesitation aimed it between the mans eyes and pulled the trigger, quickly turning his face away as the blood spattered. Rising from the deck and spitting more blood out at the man he backed up and quickly turned to Evelyn, tossing the pistol aside.* Are you alright, did he hurt you? *He asked, catching his breath as he looked over her with concern. He knew she was capable of fending for herself, as were all the women on the Pearl's crew, but that didn't stop him from worrying when something happened.*
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Dec 30, 2005 21:21:58 GMT -5
Saber struggled in the grip of her captors. There were less of them now. A few of them had turned back to the fighting, realizing the pretty young girl would not be their trophy. If she could just get free! She was breathing hard from her struggled and her chest heaved up and down. One of the men reached forward and tired to pull one of the white strings that tied up her front lacing corset . Saber lunged out and managed to bite his hand. The man fell back cursing, holding his hand and inspecting the damage. The others laughed at him and pointed at the fierce little lass who was really rather helpless at the moment. The man holding onto her arms, yelled at the other men, and reluctantly they turned back to the fight.
The Spaniard, who seemed to be of high rank, perhaps a Bo’ sin or mate, turned Saber around and flung her over his shoulder. At last Saber found her voice. “Let go of me! Put me down!” She screamed and beat him on the back with her fists. The man just laughed and carried her on. Saber managed to turn enough to see where he was taking her. She gasped as she saw he was transporting her towards a set of stairs. They led down into the ship, probably to the crew’s sleeping quarters. Obviously he was going to get his bit of fun whether they all came out of this alive or not. Saber gave a small shriek and struggled harder. Writhing in his grasp she managed to reach down and pull a knife from her boot. Quickly she drove it into the back of his neck. He gave a small gasp, gurgled, and then he crumpled.
Saber picked herself up and scrambled away from the corpse. She took a few steps backwards looking about for a sword. Suddenly there was nothing behind her or under her feet. With a cry Saber plunged backwards down the stairs and into the ship. She landed on her back at the bottom of the stairwell and all faded into black.
Kat looked down at the Spaniard with disgust. “If there’s anything I hate… besides a man looking at me the wrong way… is a man whimpering at me.” She sighed heavily. “Maybe I should have just killed him and put him out of his misery.” Suddenly she realized he was trying to talk to them. “Informacion eh? What do you think Em? Do you think anything this rat has got to say is worth his filthy little life?” She said nudging him with her boot.
(hey look its not really really short! and it was really evil... i'm learning yes i am. I think Kat and Saber are going to be having guy problems from here on out in the RPG lol)
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 30, 2005 21:31:32 GMT -5
Evelyn's eyes shut tightly as the barrel was placed at her temple. The force of the man's knee on her cheek also caused her already bloody bottom lip to scrape against the deck, bringing out more blood. With one last breath, she was ready for it, when the weight was lifted from her. Gasping, she propped herself up with her elbow as she watched Eric fend the man off. Backing away from the action, she cringed again, placing one hand on her left side where she accidentally pressed her shirt over the bloody wound cuased by the spar from the earlier fall of the main mast.
Blood streamed down the right corner of her bottom lip, down her chin, and dripped to the floor. She muttered a curse and wiped the blood with the back of her hand. Crawling out from having sat against the railing of the ship, she crawled over the fallen main mast, and retrieved her blade, now soaked with blood.
A blast caught her attention, but Eric seemed to be the one shooting and so her heart only summersaulted once. Her eyes looked to him with a mixture of gratitude and admiration. She smiled slightly up at him as he looked her over. It was odd, seeing him like this, in the midst of battle, she could see him turning slowly into the man she had always imagined herself needing in her life. Able to save her in more ways than one really. It seemed he was becoming more sure of himself lately, more sure of the risks he took part in, and it reflected in his overall manner of being. The thought brought a warm smile to her face.
Her thoughts caused her to react slowly when finally she said, "Erm...fine..." she lied, looking up at him from sitting there, gasping for breath, rubbing her jaw with the other hand which was still a bit sore from the knee being lodged in it.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Dec 30, 2005 21:46:26 GMT -5
~Seurill~
::The Spanish Captain stared up at the two ladies before him, hardly able to breath in light of his unsure fate. He could only catch a bit of what they said to one another, but from the look on the first woman's face, it didn't seem things were going to change in his favor soon::
::He was about to try pleading again, when suddenly he stopped. Something firm pressed against his ankle and heel, he could feel it when he moved his leg, and he'd only just remembered what it was. A dagger! He'd pilfered it off another ship weeks ago, and stuck it in his boot for an occasion such as this::
::Taking the opportunity while the two ladies were talking, he slowly moved one hand back to his boot, withdrew the small blade, and concealed it swiftly in the long sleeve of his shirt. The hilt was still gripped in his hand, the blade pressed against his wrist. Maybe he could make it out of this alive on his own afterall::
::Seurill turned his attention back to the two women, and tried his best to look as fearful and helpless as he had felt a few moments ago. He would wait patiently for one of them to make the first move, then strike the first chance he could....::
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 30, 2005 21:51:16 GMT -5
*Eric reached out a wiped some of the blood from her lip and cocked a brow when she said that she was fine. He knew her well enough by now to know that "fine" mean't "still alive" not that she was actually unhurt. Grinning and shaking his head at her pride he reached out and squeezed her shoulder.* Don't think you're not getting looked over when we get back onto the ship. *He laughed. He knew how she always tried to get out of things like that and yet she should know by now she couldn't fool him. Not anymore!
He helped her to her feet and noticed that she was looking at him in an odd sort of way, or rather in a way she hadn't before and he glanced around akwardly. He didn't get a chance to ask what she was thinking before he was elbowed in the side. Stumbling his eyes narrowed again.* Gah, you ass! *He growled, turning and swiping his sword clunkily at the man. He tried to do the best he could considering that Evelyn was standing there now and he wanted to look just as impressive with the sword as he had just a moment ago (though somehow he doubted he would suceed in that.)
As he fought he kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. The only slight hope he had was that the man he was clashing swords with wasn't really all that great either. Finally he brought the blade down upon the mans shoulder and with a cry in Spanish the man fell to his knees. Foolishly thinking the battle was over Eric just stood there, only to recieve a cut on the leg as the man swung his sword weakly one last time, catching Eric in the side of the shin. Biting his lip he quickly kicked the man in the arm as he fell and let out a curse.* Damn bloody idiot. *He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced at Evelyn.
With a shrug he quickly checked his leg to make sure the wound wasn't too bad and deciding that it wasn't he prepared himself for another encounter, hoping that the fight would end soon and they could take the rum and leave.*
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Dec 30, 2005 23:27:51 GMT -5
Emma listened to Kat's response,then gave a satisfied nod."All righ'...might've been overreactin' a bit,but I'm on yer side,mate,"she declared in reply to her mercenary friend's explanation.It was good enough.She'd beaten men up for less at times,anyway...
The man spoke,and her eyes were on him instantly,narrowed in suspicion. Her saber,streaked with blood,was still in her hand,so she figured they were safe enough.But one could never be too careful with these bastards.
Squatting down with her elbows resting on her knees,the young woman locked her eyes with the Spaniard's,lips curving into a smirk.
"Por favore,eh?I dunno,Kat,we did decide on no quarter,"she drawled teasingly,flicking her blade so it rested just below the tip of the captain's chin."But he asks so prettily,doesn't he?Let's see what he 'as to say."
The deadly dance went on and on.Rick moved to the beat of his own pulse,eyes never straying from the people he was fighting,always aware of his time and his enemy's.Parry,riposte,another man dead on the deck.A dodge,and a swift kick to the ankles,and another.He looked around,his breath heavier than usual.His hair tie had fallen out during an earlier scuffle,and the dark tendrils were flying in the wind,getting in his eyes and sticking to his face.
The battle was in their favor,but several of the crew seemed to be indisposed.He frowned in concern at Evelyn and Eric,fighting his way over to where they stood.By the time he got there,though,the trouble seemed to be over. It had been a close thing,though...
There was a doorway nearby,and he could see Emma and Kat through it,apparently talking to someone.Must be important,to draw those two hellions away from a perfectly good excuse to be running people through...
A man started towards the open door,and Rick growled,placing himself in front of the cabin to guard it.No one was getting past while he was there...
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 30, 2005 23:48:11 GMT -5
Evelyn smirked as he wiped the blood from her lip. Her eyes looked down at the deck. When he spoke she nodded and for once, decided to simply submit to his words of being looked over when they got back to the ship. "Right...as long as you go through my bloody inspection first!" she teased. As he stood, she took his hands and stood herself.
He seemed to notice something odd in her and quickly, she wiped the stupid grin on her face and cleared her throat. "Erm...right...best be getting back to the fight then..." she suggested, again dabbing at the trickle of blood that continued down the corner of her bottom lip. The words left her mouth and moments later he was being attacked. She stepped back several paces as she watched him, taking up her blade in the process.
His eyes met hers after he let out a curse and her eyes passed down to his leg where a slash mark could clearly be discerned. "Eric...mate..." she stepped forward a few paces towards him before, out of the corner of her eye, she noted another enemy waving his blade at her. She dodged it with a cat like reflex, arching her back to move her body away from the impact. Then with a swing of her arm the blade jammed into the man's torso, ripping into him. With a hard kick, she detached him from the blade and he fell in a heap. "I think the swell of 'em is dying down..." she shouted at Eric as another man came rushing towards her.
The man backed her into the railing and she kicked out hard, shoving the man away from her, and turning to that she was not in danger of falling over it. "You stay the bloody 'ell away from me!" she shouted, pointing her blade directly at the man's forehead, giving him an angry, stone, cold, stare. The man said nothing but licked his lips. She rolled her eyes and spat on him, "Men..." she growled before rushing forward. He parried her blades contact, she swung again. Then, taking him by surprise, she rushed towards him quickly, slammed her heel into the man's toe pinning him into place, shoved a blow with the butt of her sword into his face, smacked him with the back of her hand causing him to crumple, and then dug the point in between the man's head and shoulder.
Her gurgled, stared up at her, and then fell face first into the deck.
Wiping at her brow, Evelyn noticed the fight seemed very much so...over. There were barely any left on the ship moving about at all. Through the scattered bodies she could make out only a few figures, that of Emma and Rick, and a doorway that Emma was crowding around. "I think we finished 'em all off!" she called to Eric with a smile, looking as if she had just been through some horrible accident.
Her lip was swollen terribly depsite the fact that it was bloody. Her shirt was blood stained and her head felt slightly light, she supposed, from the blood loss. Her hairs was messy, coarse, and windblown. She pressed her left hand to the wound as she sheathed her cutlass. She moved forward amongst the bodies heading towards Eric with a semi-triumphant grin when her smile faded. Just past him, at the end of some stairs, she spotted a body lying on the ground.
"Saber?" she called. The woman didn't answer and panic rose within her. "SABER!" she screamed and ran towards her, rushing past Eric and falling to her knees beside her. "Bloody hell....Saber, Saber mate...c'mon..." she urged, placing her hands on the woman's cheeks and slapping her lightly. "Oh Jesus...Eric...she's out of it..." her voice rambled on quickly in a worried tone. She bent low over the woman, hoping to catch the feel of her breath. "Well...at least she's breathing...Oh...but her head isn't too well." She remarked, spotting a slight bruise already forming near her hairline. "We need to get her back to the ship, Eric."
Her eyes looked her over with the worry dying down. Looking towards the steps, she sighed, and ran a hand through her thick curls. "She must have fallen down the steps somehow."
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Dec 31, 2005 0:21:32 GMT -5
Kat smiled as Emma teased the captain with the tip of her blade. She bent down slightly and looked at their captive. "Come on rat, if you've got anything to say that's worth sayin, say it now. Or... forever hold yore peace." Kat gave somewhat of a cruel laugh and stood upright again. "We really should take 'im out and let the others hear wot he has to say. So as to save him the trouble of repeating it. Besides Evelyn will understand him much better then you or me." Kat turned to look out the door and saw Ev bending over a body. The face was hard to see but the blue slik bandana was unmistakable. "Saber?! SABER! Ignoring her better judgment Kat raced across the deck to her fallen sister. Falling to her knees she took Saber's head in her hands. "Tell me shes alright Ev. Oh god... Saber if you die I will never speak to you again!"
Sabers eyelashes fluttered and she groaned. Shaking her head she tried to sit up. "Bloody ell! Wot happened?"
Kat grabbed Saber and held her close. She managed just in time to stop the tears coming to her eyes. Droping Saber back on the deck she stood up and huskily chided "Dont you ever ever scare us like that again mate. I'll kill you if you do."
Saber rubbed the back of her head and gingerly felt her bruises. "You sot! You'll kill me if I almost die again?" Saber smiled and tried to stand up, she felt dizzy and fell back down. " 'ell I hope I never again have to meet up with a bunch of woman starved Spaniards for the rest of my life.
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