Bodies fell. The man with a blade against Charity's throat? His head popped and his body fell. The knife, luckly, went wide of its target. Shikai and Cheing Po were, unfortunately, not among them. Their absence from the fight might have been conspicuous if not for the chaos that ensued.
Those with the misfortune to meet Cooper? Felled with surprising abandon for the attacks of a mere gypsy mechanic. He took his own beating; a blade drew blood, a club bruised (maybe broke) his ribs. Clearing the path took its toll.
Darius found himself beset on all sides, mostly by Cheung Po's crew, but his years of experience of putting the hurt on those that meant ill will were put to good work. While his gun may have needed reloading, it didn't stop him from dealing death. That was, until, he was given a sacred task of getting the captain to the ship.
Jed joined the former sheriff's quest; smooth as his moves would be, the sheer number of their assailants proved that age and experience did not overwhelm numbers. Getting while the getting was good was most likely as prudent as his ancient teachings.
Francis, while his lack of ammunition had certainly caught up with him, found the training instilled into him during training for a war he never fought in mighty handy. He pilfered a falled pair of clubs and beat the living out of those who got in his way. The ship, and salvation, was in sight... but that might mean leaving some of those that fought by his side. Tempting but...
Her gun found out of its hiding place, Pele had a slight hesitation in her aim at a perceived enemy's head. But in a question of him or me, the answer was obvious. The small gun had little kick, but the snap of the man's neck as his life faded from his eyes. He was dead and she, or her comrades, were not. Now, to make her escape...
King, much the same as the other combat ready among them, found bodies on all sides; just as many dead as alive it seemed. He hadn't seen the sort since his time in the war. How were there so many? Which of them were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? Pirates? Gangsters? Innocent bystanders? They were all the same.
The Odette had enemies all about and a clear goal: get the hell out of Eavesdown.
Those with the misfortune to meet Cooper? Felled with surprising abandon for the attacks of a mere gypsy mechanic. He took his own beating; a blade drew blood, a club bruised (maybe broke) his ribs. Clearing the path took its toll.
Darius found himself beset on all sides, mostly by Cheung Po's crew, but his years of experience of putting the hurt on those that meant ill will were put to good work. While his gun may have needed reloading, it didn't stop him from dealing death. That was, until, he was given a sacred task of getting the captain to the ship.
Jed joined the former sheriff's quest; smooth as his moves would be, the sheer number of their assailants proved that age and experience did not overwhelm numbers. Getting while the getting was good was most likely as prudent as his ancient teachings.
Francis, while his lack of ammunition had certainly caught up with him, found the training instilled into him during training for a war he never fought in mighty handy. He pilfered a falled pair of clubs and beat the living out of those who got in his way. The ship, and salvation, was in sight... but that might mean leaving some of those that fought by his side. Tempting but...
Her gun found out of its hiding place, Pele had a slight hesitation in her aim at a perceived enemy's head. But in a question of him or me, the answer was obvious. The small gun had little kick, but the snap of the man's neck as his life faded from his eyes. He was dead and she, or her comrades, were not. Now, to make her escape...
King, much the same as the other combat ready among them, found bodies on all sides; just as many dead as alive it seemed. He hadn't seen the sort since his time in the war. How were there so many? Which of them were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? Pirates? Gangsters? Innocent bystanders? They were all the same.
The Odette had enemies all about and a clear goal: get the hell out of Eavesdown.