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[JRPomazon]

Jordan was surprised to see that everyone had entered the room with mere seconds between arrivals. He looked over to Shadow.

"Well, if you want to join us, the go for it. Just don't become a problem."

Jordan placed his spear and parcel in a carrier sling that kept his possessions attached to his back. He walked over to XI and handed him the bone dagger.

"It's a gift, take it. It may not be as shiny as metal, but it's far stronger than it looks."

Jordan began his descent down the stairs when called out to his companions:

"Let's get going. The more you move, the more you'll heal."

(OoC: Using a time skip, to speed things up)

A few hours later, the four departed from the port town and headed toward Sornaiid. The craft they were on was a fairly large boat, not usually used for ferrying travelers. It had dark brown wood and appeared to be recently made, perhaps on it's 3rd or 4th voyage. Jordan stood by side of the ship, depressed and down. He had spent almost every last piece of gold on the boat trip and he was close to broke. His eye, twitching out of nervousness as he thought of the possibilities of being on the side of the road, begging for money. He wasn't having a good time.

His depressing thoughts where interrupted by the sound of the wind, which caught his attention as he stood idly by. It was a peculiar sound, resembling more of a howl than a gust. He looked around and saw nothing but ocean surrounding him. His mind must have been playing tricks on him. He shook of his suspicions of abnormalities and decided to join the others.

Edited by JRPomazon, 18 June 2007 - 12:41 AM.

[31-Year-Old-From-Georgia]

XI leaned on the rail of the ship, watching the waves go by. The sea was so tranquil, at least when horrendous storms weren't causing unbelievable property damage. In this calm state, the water was quite relaxing. Heat beamed down from the sky; there wasn't a cloud up there. Lost in thoughts of stupid things like how the sun painted XI's hair a lighter brown over time, XI hardly noticed footsteps behind him.

"Oh," XI greeted when he spotted Jordan, "Glad to see you join us again."

Water lightly crashed into the sides of the boat. XI had wanted to talk to Jordan, but the last couple of hours had gone by so quickly he didn't have the chance.

"Erm... I know this is random, but I- sorry for being such a pain. Ever since I forced myself upon ya, I've cause nothing but trouble. You could have gotten away from the snake by yourself and wouldn't have had to hurt yourself with that wind deal. And that Ikana Canyon and Labrynith crack before... Yeah. Just wanted to thank you for being so nice and all. I don't know what I'd do without this new dagger that you probably worked so hard on... so it poisons people with enough swipes, huh?" XI ranted. He couldn't bring himself to even look at the neabry Jordan. The only thing XI could gaze at was the roaring waves below. This was awkward.

Edited by 15-Year-Old, 20 June 2007 - 11:56 PM.

[JRPomazon]

Jordan looked at XI, who was trying to avoid eye contact.

"It might be true that you've been troublesome, but its not like there isn't a single person in this world who is immune to causing trouble. I gotten the chance to know your personality, so don't sweat the cracks and jabs. Although, you will recieve a proper smack on the head for them."

Jordan leaned on the side of the side, joining XI as they stared at the ocean.

"You know, I rather enjoy travelling with others, even if they cause trouble. It makes things more exciting and you end up learning something from them."

Jordan got up from leaning againist the ship and streched his arms.

"Take care of that dagger XI. We might want to get it plated with steel to strengthen it once we arrive at the Forsaken Fortress."

A loud crash echoed throughout the ship, like the sound of a hundred plates being broken at once. It was horrific for the ears, only for a moment.

"Hey, did you hear that?" Jordan asked.

[SL the Pyro]

Meanwhile Shadow was, to the surprise of many crewmen, sitting on top of the ship's highest mast. He used his Hookshot to get up there, though he was the only one who knew that; everyone else was just baffled. He heard the crash and covered his ears, although this caused him to lose his balance. He was dangling off the edge of the mast now, and scrambled back up to the top of it and let out a trademark, "What the blue hell was that!?"

Edited by Shadow_Link, 18 June 2007 - 06:15 PM.

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

Wanderer had spent most of his time below decks, sitting behind some crates and keeping to himself. He even took the oppurtunity to look at his injured arm to see how well along it healed. He had noticed though, as long as he had waited, the arm would still not function. He had felt his arm around, and by all rights it should have been functioning. The bones that had been broken were back together, and the cuts firmly sealed up. But for some reason, it would just not move. Wanderer had stared at the arm for awhile before putting it back in a sling, and bringing his attention to something else.

He stared at the great sword he had carried with himself since the first day he woke up without his memory. It definitely was heavy, but it seemed like it should have been heavier for its size. He stared at the jewel on the guard for awhile before looking to the symbol that was imprinted into the blade's exotic metal.

His deep state of thought was interupted though, when he heard the loud crashing noise.

As quickly as possible, Wanderer sheathed the great blade, and checked over his right should to see that the short sword he carried was still there. He ran up on deck swiftly, his heart pounding under the influence of the adrenaline in his blood.

"What happened??? Where did that noise come from???"

[SL the Pyro]

(I'm assuming that JRP wants us to do what we will with the crash situation. If you do have a problem with it, JRP, PM me and I'll get rid of this.)

Shadow whipped out his binoculars and looked around the ship, then the water around it. Some of the water was moving violently before settling down; he hoped that didn't mean what he thought it did.

He looked further out to sea to see that his fears were confirmed; there was a ship off in the distance. "Oh, crap! We're under attack!" Shadow alerted everyone. "But why attack us? This is just some merchant ship! Hey... wait a minute..." He gave the ship a closer look, and saw a familiar symbol on it. The symbol of Vanadiel, to be precise. The boat was also heavily fortified. Shadow said quietly to himself, "A Vanadiel armored transport ship... they must be carrying something important... I'll bet they're trying to sink us because they weren't supposed to be seen. Huh! They must be desperate."

It appeared that the tip Shadow got about Vanadiel wasn't false after all; they'd just left the town as he arrived. The only reason he caught up with them was because armored transport ships are quite slow. Shadow pocketed his binoculars and hopped down to the deck as the Vanadiel ship fired another cannonball, this one closer than the last one. If this kept up, one of the cannonballs would strike the ship eventually.

[JRPomazon]

(Shadow Link gets 10 points for getting my idea)
Jordan heard the noise coming closer and closer. The crashing was beginning to ring in his ears. He placed his and over his face, stressing over something.

"It figures that the ship I board becomes a target for something loud and dangerous. Damn it all." He said as the crashing continued to approach the vessel.

Jordan began to take out his spear. His face looked annoyed and frustrated.

"And I was having such a good day too."

[31-Year-Old-From-Georgia]

"Huh?" XI mumbled, getting out of sappy apology mode, "What's going on?"

The entire ship seemed a bit spooked. A third cannonball flew through the air, but yet again missed the vessel. Getting the gist of things, XI instinctively reached for his shiny new dagger. It had been hanging dangerously from a belt loop, begging to be tested out. A few merchants rushed by in a panic and snapped XI into the current situation.

"Wait... How exactly would a little blade like this bring down an entire friggin' ship? One firing cannonballs..." XI muttered under his breath. Glancing around, XI saw Jordan had drawn his spear.

"Jordan!" XI exclaimed, "Ya think one of those wind jump flying manuever things would hurt ya too much? Because a few of us could go over there, split some throats, and rid us of a nuisance. Whatcha think?"

Edited by 15-Year-Old, 21 June 2007 - 12:02 AM.

[JRPomazon]

Jordan looked over to XI. He had a glint of light in eye, excited and ready to go. He had this look whenever he was going to do something mischievous.

"I like the idea, but the thing is that the ship is too far off. It's a long swim from here to there. We would have to use the flying technique to get over there, but I would most likely die as a result. My body isn't perfect."

He looked on as another cannonball came dangerously close to hitting the ship. It was only a matter of time before they hit their target. Jordan's attitude became solemn and serious, keeping his mind on the safety of the ship.

"XI, find Wanderer and Shadow. Now."

[31-Year-Old-From-Georgia]

"Roger!" XI shouted enthusiastically. With a slight skip in his step, he found his way amongst the chaos. Wanderer and Shadow were nowhere to be found. Getting impatient in an instant, XI swung hs head up in hope that one or both of his goals would be falling from the sky. Bizzarely enough, Shadow was doing just that. The cloaked figure landed just next to XI from jumping off the mast. XI, predictably, did not react calmly.

"Holy-! Where did you-!? How did-!? Is it just me, or-!?" XI babbled before grunting and finally saying, "Whatever. You get yourself and your ability to fly and go find Jordan. I think he's arranging a group orgy."

The kid fled from Shadow without another word. XI's thoughts, this time on Shadow, swallowed him up yet again. XI was typically very xenophobic towards people, and Shadow was no exception. But at the same time, XI couldn't bring himself to be more annoying or bothersome to Shadow than he was to anyone else in the world, despite Shadow's unknown story, lifestyle, or goal. Shadow had the same kind of allure of a lost puppy on the road. Of course, sometimes one takes that puppy home and find out weeks later its infected one's child with all kinds of lethal diseases.

XI spotted Wandered while wandering. It wasn't too hard to miss him, what with his enormous sword and present demands to know what was going on. Like Shadow, XI had no serious suspicions of Wanderer. The facts that something still seemed very familiar about this Wanderer and that he was the only one that saved XI and Jordan from certain death most likely had something to do with this trust.

"I don't really know what's going on," XI shrugged truthfully, "We must have pissed someone off or something, because a ship's out to make us sink. Jordan wants us, c'mon."

With that, XI made his way back to where he last left Jordan. At this moment he realized he had been carrying the new dagger around throughout his mini-tour of the deck. "Gang all here?" XI asked, ready for some instructions.

Edited by 15-Year-Old, 17 July 2007 - 07:00 PM.

[SL the Pyro]

"Uh-huh." Shadow said. "I took a look at that ship when I was up on the mast... it's an armored transport ship for Vanadiel." he explained, looking over to the attacking ship. "My guess is that they're transporting top-secret cargo, and that we're in the wrong place at the wrong time. They won't stop firing until we're either sunk, or we sail over there and stop the cannonfire ourselves."

Edited by Shadow_Link, 21 June 2007 - 08:15 AM.

[JRPomazon]

Jordan looked around the frantic passengers and the chaotic atmosphere on the ship. The where mostly merchants and civilians, not a warrior amung them.

"This isn't the kind of crowd that would go off and fight battles. If we leave things as they are, we are as good as sunk."

Jordan looked up to the mast and tighten the grip on his spear.

"Why does this kind of crap happen everytime I have a good day?" He asked himself out loud.

Jordan thrusted his spear and sent a blast of wind towards the sails. The result of his action caused the entire ship to jerk faster for a brief moment as if the vessel was attached to a string a tugged upon.

"Ok, let's pay these fools a visit."

Jordan let go of his spear and began manipulating the wind to keep it in mid-air. He started to spin his hand around in a clockwise motion and the spear followed suit. Using his other hand to prop the spinning spear towards the main sail, a gust of wind was beginning to brew from Jordan's weapon. Turning his hand to the side, the spear was tilted to the left. The ship began to move faster at a steady pace and started to turn towards the attacking vessel. The frantic passengers who happen to be nearby stopped panicing as they watched Jordan control the ship with his two hands. Another cannonball was fired, barely missing the ship as it turned. It was clear that Jordan would have to manuve the ship as well as propell it. However, the amount of power needed to such a feat would be too much for Jordan, even with 100% health. Jordan turned his head slowly to the side, trying to maintain the spinning spear's pace.

"I know this is a bad time, but could someone find the captain of this ship, or someone who can steer? We're going to need someone to dodge cannonballs."

[SL the Pyro]

Shadow watched in amazement as Jordan controlled the ship. "And he's not even one of the Elemental Sorcerers... quite the trick he's got." Of course, Shadow didn't realize he'd said this out loud and tried to change the subject before he was asked questions. "Uh, I can try and blow away some of those cannonballs with my explosives, but they've probably got more cannonballs than I do bombs. We'll still need someone to steer; until then..." he said, pulling out a couple of bombs, one in each hand. "I'll do what I can."

And with that, he ran up to the front of the ship. A cannonball was headed right for the deck; Shadow flung his bombs as hard as he could at the projectile. He expected it to explode, but instead it's trajectory was just changed and it hit the water around the ship.

"Crap; they're using an extra dense kind of cannonballs! The best I can do is divert them!" Shadow warned everyone. Then he thought, "And it gets worse; with how heavy those things are and how fast they're flying, all it'll take is one good shot to blow a beeline right through this ship. The Vanadiel soldiers on that ship must be really desperate."

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

Wanderer began to panic as his eyes settled on the armored Vanadiel ship.

Oh no oh no oh no oh no... was all he could think, watching the other passengers run about.

Wanderer eventually heard Jordan say that he needed someone to steer the ship. Wanderer looked around, but noticed any sailor that likely could do it was below deck. His eyes landed on the wheel, and he began to think to himself.

How hard could it be?

Bringing up his courage, Wanderer dashed up and the grabbed the wheel. He began steering with his good arm. It was a bit awkward at first, but then it came naturally to him.

[JRPomazon]

With Wanderer stearing the ship and Shadow reflecting canonballs, Jordan continued to generate the wind nessasary to propell the ship forward. His spear was spinning so fast that in looked like a circular blurr. Before anyone realized, the two ship were closing in on each other and fast. With the gap between them closing in, Jordan began to loosen his control of his spear and reduced the speed of the ship. He reached for the parcel he had been carrying for weeks and barely grabbed the long package. He uncliped a button that kept the cloth covering, having the cover fly off the long object. As the cloth flew over to the other side of the ship, a new spear was unveiled. It looked exactly the same as Jordan's first spear, but had an aged appearance for having not been washed or cared for in quite some time.

Jordan grabbed the second spear with his free hand and stopped spinning the first spear. As their pace slowed down to what is was before, the two ships faced each other side to side. The cannons would miss from that close a distance. However, Jordan had a method to his madness. He raised both his spears apart from each other, points facing the enemy vessel. As the cannon's began to fire, he swiped both his spears horiziontally. The result was a shockwave of wind that sent the enemy ship's cannon's to the opposite side, casing the ship to tilt backwords from the inbalance. The cannonballs struck their own ship as the were sent flying out of the upper decks and walls of the vessel. The ship Jordan was on took minor damage.

As the steel plated enemy vessel began to balance itself out, Jordan saw his opportunity.

"XI! Let's board the ship!" Jordan shouted.

[31-Year-Old-From-Georgia]

(ooc: Ignore what this post said earlier. I was sleep-deprived when I first typed it and it came out as a directionless mess. o.o; This edited version makes a bit of sense. Kinda pointless now, though.)

"Yippe kay yay!" XI howled.

The mayhem seemed to stop for a second.

"...I've been wanting to shout it," XI explained.

The surprisingly comfortable chaos resumed. XI focused is attentions on Jordan. Positioning his arms behind his head, XI asked, "So, how you want to get over there?"

Edited by 15-Year-Old, 23 June 2007 - 10:18 PM.

[SL the Pyro]

Shadow stroked his chin and answered XI's question. "Well, we can't use a boarding plank; we can't let the soldiers wreck the ship. We need a way to get over there without allowing those creeps passage too..." he said, folding his arms.

He looked at the masts of the ships and estimated the distance, and noticed that soldiers began to pile up at the side of it and shouted at them for wrecking their cannons.

All their yelling made Shadow twitch in anger; not only could he not think clearly, but the ship was barely far enough away for him to shut them up with one of his bombs. An idea hit him shortly after. "I got it. Jordan could use his wind stuff to fly over there while I sail over with my Hookshot, and we could each take either XI or Wanderer with us as we jump ships. We just have to make sure not to land in the crowd..."

[JRPomazon]

"Sounds like a good idea to me." Jordan said as a ambitious smile appeared on his face.

"Shadow, take Wanderer once he gets back from the wheel. As for me and XI. . ."

Jordan didn't finish his sentance. A gigantic gust of wind arrived, carrying XI and Jordan to the other ship. The landing was rough, as Jordan landed on his side rather than on his feet. Jordan face changed from ambitious to confused once he got to his feet.

"Wait a minute, I didn't do that."

[SL the Pyro]

"What the!?" Shadow said as a gust of wind picked up; before Jordan had completely swung his spears. Something wasn't right. As if on queue, another gust of wind picked up and flung Shadow over to the other ship, screaming in surprise. He was glad the sun was covered by clouds, because if he couldn't shadow-meld with the deck, he would've landed head first; on a metal deck, that wouldn't end well. "Okay, I know that second gust wasn't Jordan's." he pointed out. The chances were that Wanderer and the other people on the merchant ship might be blown over if these wind gusts were controlled.

But there was no time to think about this now, as the soldiers had noticed their involuntary trip to their ship and were drawing their weapons.

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

Wanderer held on as he felt the two heavy gusts push him. He made a quick visual check after recovering to find that the other three were blown aboard the other ship. He saw the various other passngers getting up, still in a panic. Taking the wheel again, Wanderer took in a breath.

"Everyone, get below decks!" he shouted.

For awhile, they just seemed to stare at him.

"NOW!!!" Wanderer bellowed, his voice growling.

The passengers seemed to decide that the young man with the large sword knew what he was doing and scrambled as fast as they could below decks.

With that out of the way, Wanderer kept his attention on the others on the ship, steering the ship while trying to think of something.

Edited by Ken the Wandering Soul, 27 June 2007 - 01:34 PM.

[JRPomazon]

Jordan stood with Shadow and XI, surrounded by a horde of soldiers. The sounds of malicious chuckling was eerie, as was the quiet clashing of their steel armor and weapons. The armor they wore was light, a breast plate covering up their fronts with a tasset and leg and forearm guards. It all looked grimey and in need of washing, the armor and the ones who wore it. Jordan looked beyond their menacing appearances and readied his weapons. He looked totally calm.

"Well, which one of you wants to move first?" He asked the horde of vicious soldiers.

[SL the Pyro]

Shadow looked around skeptically at the soldiers; he expected them to be attacking at any moment. Bored, he crossed his arms with his sword drawn and said,"What? Do you guys need mommy's permission or something?"

A sudden loud, howl-like laugh echoed throughout the ship, so loud and piercing that it hurt Shadow's ears. He turned his attention to the source of the laugh, which was on the edge of the upper levels of the deck, looking at the situation. He wore the clothing and armor of a Vanadiel general, with the badge pinned on the left of his chest. "Wait, I shouldn't be laughing, that joke hurt!" the guy said; he was clearly psychotic.

Shadow looked at him with a smirk. "The ship's captain, I'm guessing?" He studied him closely; it was faint, but he could make out a magical aura around the ship's captain. This was clearly no ordinary general. "I'll bet you're the one who blew us over here, too."

The general put his hands on his hips, trying to look proud. "Good guess, kid." His happy face suddenly changed to a serious one. He spoke to his soldiers. "Crush them."

[31-Year-Old-From-Georgia]

So things were finally picking up. One particularaly burly soldier lunged foward, clearly intent on solving the problem quickly. Appearantly Jordan seemed to be the most dangerous, as the hulky enemy was headed right for him. Despite the fact that Jordan could easily fend for himself, XI panicked. Not thinking and perhaps too confident in himself, XI jolted in the nameless soldier's path as if he were about to tackle him. This plan, if it could be called that, didn't work out to well.

XI was unsure how, but he ended up pushed against a mast, his feet hovering a foot or two above the deck. The soldier's right hand was wrapped around XI's throat. Panicky, XI tried to his best to squirm out of the man's grip but to no avail. The man seemed emotionless. He could have been dissapointed that he had to kill a little kid, against fighting altogether, or maybe even bored. XI also noticed between gags and desperate movement that the other soldiers had begun fighting too. It seemed to be quite a battle; Jordan and Shadow must have been holding their own.

Don't worry about them, XI told himself, You're being choked to death! Worry about yourself! Just stab this guy or- hey, like that!

The new fang dagger seemed to be quite effective. Without even realizing it, XI had split open his potential killer's upper right arm. The soldier winced, clearly taken aback. Unfortunately, his grip remained hard. Still acting on instinct, XI shoved the dagger into the man's unprotected face. It slashed across his cheek, nose, and left eye. Being able to withstand a deep cut in the arm was possible, but a gash through the head wasn't. The man threw XI hard onto the floor and wildly danced around, clutching at his face. Blood coated everything: XI, the man, the metal floor, and mast itself. Disgusted by the sight and thick wetness of the blood on his skin, XI bolted away. He was barely able to escape from one man; how could the three of them take an entire boatload of trained soldiers?

Edited by 15-Year-Old, 28 June 2007 - 05:22 PM.

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

Wanderer watched the others as they tried to fend off the well-armed Vanadiel soldiers on the enemy ship. He put himself in the wake of the other ship, out of the range of it's cannon, but he wished he could do something to help. He eventually noticed the portholes for the cannons close as more soldiers poured up on deck to take down the intruders. Seeing on immediate oppurtunity, Wanderer caught more wind into the sail and brought the twoships up along side each other.

"Well, let's see what I can do." he thought to himself.

The swordsman looked around the deck of the ship, eying all of the equipment. His eyes spotted a length of rope, and his minds started turning.

"They will need some help getting back..."

Wanderer took one end of the rope, tying it to the ship's mast, and the went to the wheel, steering the ship into the other. The sides of the ships banged against each other, and Wanderer took the oppurtunity to jump between the two while the distance was short. Before the soldiers realized what happened, Wanderer quickly tied the rope into a simple knot around a secure piece of the enemy ship.

Strained from the quick jump and immediate action, Wanderer fell to his shaken knees with heavy breaths. He drew the short sword from over shoulder, waving it as much as he could at the soldiers who decided to start going for him. The young man kept hacking away, satisfied that he could at last take some pressure off the others. He did not know how long he could guard their lifeline though.

"Come on! Come and get me if you can!" he shouted.

[SL the Pyro]

Shadow found himself pushed back to the wall by three soldiers, all of which hadn't fought anyone yet. Shadow waved his sword menacingly at them and said, "Whadaya got? Whadaya got? Huh? Huh!? C'mon!"

It came as a shock to them all when the boat suddenly shook violently due to Wanderer's bashing the merchant ship into it. Barely maintaining their balance, the three soldiers turned around to see what just happened.

Shadow grinned sadistically. "First rule of combat: never drop your guard!" he hissed. He slipped in front of the three soldiers and, with his usual deadly precision, delivered a quick spin slash that struck all three of them deep in the neck. Choking on their own blood, they fell to the ground in a heap. "They're well-trained, I'll give them that, but not very bright. This'll be a piece of cake." he cackled.

Shadow looked around to see that none of the soldiers were coming after him at the moment, so he decided to help someone out. Jordan and XI seemed to be doing fine, but Wanderer was having to fend off many guards at once. Something wasn't right about that... wondering exactly what was amiss, he ran up beside Wanderer and blocked a stray sword headed for his chest.

"I thought you would've took all these guys out by now, Wanderer..." Shadow said, repelling the enemy's sword but not moving fast enough to give a return attack.

[JRPomazon]

The battle on the ship raged on. Everyone was taking their own share of the soldiers and did a great job on dealing with them. Jordan used his wind manipulation to hold one of his spears, sending it around the ship and attacking enemies from behind. In the mean time, he used his free hand to physically attack other soldiers with the other spear in his possession. "10. . . 11. . . 12. . ." The numbers rang in Jordan's head, although he wasn't too pleased with them. He could usually take more down, but his body felt weaker than usual. Not to mention the fact that he had 3 other people helping him.

Jordan called back his spear from the air and gripped both of his weapons in his hands. He swung them both in different directions, causing a strong gust of wind to push the enemy soliders to the other side of the ship and even throwing a few off the ship. He looked over to XI, who appeared to be quickly taking down his portion of enemies. Wanderer and Shadow seemed to be ok as well. Shirtly after, the soldiers he had pushed down finally got to their feet, furious to have been pushed away. Jordan Let go of his spears and used the wind to hold them in midair once again. He started to rotate his hands, which made his spears spin as well. Once they got a fast enough pace, Jordan sent them flying at the group of soldiers. The spinning projectiles when into the heart of their ranks, slicing and slashing the men in it's path. The came back following their assult and arrived back at Jordan's side. After his first strike, he rushed towards the remaining troops, both spears still spinning at his left and right.

[SL the Pyro]

As another soldier fell victim to Shadow's black sword, the undercover soldier for Uradiel looked over at Jordan and XI. The former was easily mowing down soldiers with his wind spears, while the latter was taking down others about half as quickly, but still holding his own. He smiled upon knowing that he'd picked the right people to travel with.

As the battle went on for a little longer, whatever was left of the Vanadiel forces -- about 10 soldiers -- finally got the idea that their struggle was hopeless. They were backing off from their attackers. Or so Shadow thought; upon closer inspection, they appeared to be guarding a doorway. "Wait a minute; this is an armed transport... they only carry things of great importance on these kinds of ships. It looks like they'd sooner die than let us find out what, because they're blocking the entrance." Shadow informed his comrades.

[31-Year-Old-From-Georgia]

"Great," XI managed to say as he gasped for breath. Running around and killing people could be pretty exhausting. It was a bit funny, actually; only a short while ago XI would be horrified at the thought of actually killing someone. Maybe it was a sign of maturing, but XI really didn't care anymore. When you live in a world where everyone seems to be constantly fighting, it's kill or be killed.

With bone dagger ready, XI approached Shadow. With such a shockingly huge amount of men taken down, it was possible now to talk to one another. It did seem a bit out there that they had managed to be so victorious with little injury, but XI wasn't complaining. The only bad wound he had was on his back. It was a pretty deep wound and blood was pouring out an unhealthy rate, but XI was too clueless to take note.

"So, what... do we do?" XI panted, "Want to get the treasure? Or just... kill these guys and go on? I want whatever it is."

Edited by 15-Year-Old, 01 July 2007 - 09:55 PM.

[SL the Pyro]

Shadow smiled; as a special-ops, he was never to leave a mission empty-handed. This spontaneous mission was no exception, and if Vanadiel soldiers were this determined to guard something, it had to be important. "I'm all for taking it." he told the others, though he really didn't have a choice. Hopefully the others would raise an argument; he didn't want things to get out of hand.

[JRPomazon]

Jordan walked towards Shadow and the others. His spears were still floating besides him, even though the fighting had stopped. The battle was still going on for him.

"If you want treasure, then get it already. I just want that idiot captian's head."

Jordan turned to the remaining soldiers on the other side of the ship. They had their weapons out and were positioned for battle, but they were consumed with fear. Their bodies were shaking ever so slightly, their swords and axes trembling. The very sight of a frightened warrior sickened Jordan. Being beyond irratated and angry, the dam was bound to break. He turned to the last of his enemies.

"What's with you damn cowards? You brought this on yourselves. COWARDS HAVE NO PLACE ON THE BATTLEFIELD!"

Jordan rushed over to the soldiers, his spears beginning to spin at his left and right. Before they knew it, they were recieving Jordan's attacks. Two were struck by the spinning edges of Jordan's spears, creating large gashes that broke through their armor like a hot knife through butter. He stopped his spears from spinning and lauched them at his other enemies. Two more soldiers fell as their bodies were impaled by his spears. The few remaining soldiers looked in horror when they saw how fast Jordan went through them. Jordan recalled his spears from the bodies of the fallen enemies via wind manipulation and took hold of both of them in his hands. He pointed one of them towards the remaining soldiers.

"Start swimming." He said coldly.

Without another, the rest of the soldiers threw down their arms and armor and jumped off the ship. Jordan stood their, his armor and spears stained in blood. His eyes had no light in them and looked at his victums with a cold expression on his face. Instantly, Jordan's body started shaking and his eyes widened in fear. He fell to his knees and looked with horror as he saw the men he had just killed so viciously. His hands let go of their spears.

"I did this. . . didn't I?" he said softly.