Now that the man has no blade, Skellig does not feel quite so bad about hauling back and slugging him square in the jaw bare-handed (he holds back his talons for now), knocking the man out cold and dropping him to the deck next to his 'friend'. This leaves him free - for the moment - to turn quick back to glance at Kreyu, who thankfully is no longer on fire, though there are feathers of hers scattered across the deck of the ship, burnt and smoldering...
And her eyes are focused sharply on her next target, another group of men who are coming up from below deck.
Skellig is rapidly scanning their weapons - looking for more of those damned spheres of fire - and closes the distance between him and Kreyu faster than should truly be possible.
"I grabbed the rest of his spheres," he touches the small bag at his hip. "But I do not wish to set the ship ablaze, there are many below deck who need help," he mutters rapidly. More men keep coming up from the stairwell; and a few others from behind them. "What is your desire, love?"
He does not ask are you okay because she was just on fire; clearly she is hurt. But they will deal with that in a moment.
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Date: 2024-08-21 12:33 am (UTC)And her eyes are focused sharply on her next target, another group of men who are coming up from below deck.
Skellig is rapidly scanning their weapons - looking for more of those damned spheres of fire - and closes the distance between him and Kreyu faster than should truly be possible.
"I grabbed the rest of his spheres," he touches the small bag at his hip. "But I do not wish to set the ship ablaze, there are many below deck who need help," he mutters rapidly. More men keep coming up from the stairwell; and a few others from behind them. "What is your desire, love?"
He does not ask are you okay because she was just on fire; clearly she is hurt. But they will deal with that in a moment.