Floyd
*In the mayhem that ensued between the ships as they crashed together, pirates crossing over to his in a way that could only be described as very tempting to give a light push over the edge, Kondor unsheathed the blades on his arm, their simple mechanism that kept them folded up so as to not be cumbersome flipping them out like a butterfly knife. With this, his jaw opened wide to release a loud roar, his veins glowing a deep crimson and the blades of his gauntlets emanating bloodlust, showing off the same, red glow.*

```Strength +4, 3.75 mana per turn.```

*Taking a deep look at the opponent who had called him out, Kondor analysed his situation. The two spears were most definitely longer than his arms could reach, but their problem laid with the fact that he wore heavy plate armour, his prized Arkoyr, which was twice as heavy and tough as normal. A piercing weapon was not a great matchup against this. However, that sabre, it posed a threat. With saliva dripping through the holes in his mask, Kondor charged towards the warrior, his arms placed in front of him almost to mow the man down, crossed so as to throw off the two spears if they were to hit him.*

*With his body tilted in such a way, his height was much lower than normal, as most of it was pointed towards the abdomen of his target. His left arm would rise up, once at a sufficient distance, to slice at the wooden poles of the spears, leaving his right to defend himself against the sabre.*
Dean
*While one Qua charged straight toward Kondor, other were noticeably wary of this full plate armoured, large and strong looking warrior. A small group of three warriors bypassed them to engage some lightly armoured warrior behind him.

The Qua stared back at Kondor, breathing in and out intensely, while letting out some guttural screeching sounds in an attempt to intimidate him. The moment Kondor charged him, he let out a loud scream...

And turned around, running toward a group of three other Qua, all carrying their siganture sword-and-shield and dual spears. The three Qua stared at their fleeing comrade, and Kondor, with the look of.

"What have you brought upon us?"*

*The Qua stood unsteadily in their formation only 20 feet away from Kondor, practically cowering.*
Floyd
*Confused at the sudden retreat, Kondor genuinely believed that this was a tactical move, much like a backdash to overwhelm him after his charge ended. In such a vision, his eyes lit up in excitement at his opponent's "Genius" Move, but he knew this wouldn't work, charging further, his back straightening again to prepare to swing his arm with all his might to batter the insects off the ship, like a spider in a bathtub.*

"Haha! You smart, but Donner want to meet! Say hi to Donner!" *Saying this, his arm struck the group to the side, or at least three of them, because the final one was left to meet another very special friend of Kondor's.* "And this! This Schlaag! Schlaag don't like hitting! It like stab! Stab stab stab!" *And there went his blade, headed directly for the insectoid's abdomen. These were really fists of havoc.*
Dean
*The formation again, scattered at Kondor's charge. Normally, one would keep track of all individual, but the Qua were metaphorically scattered like ants before the might of Kondor. 

The other three fled away to another corner of the ship - they carried no weapon capable of **Hurting** Kondor, while one was unfortunately, left up to be caught in his charge. He immediately raised his shield to block the gauntlet slash meant for three of his friend, while pressing his sword against it to support himself.*

***THUD***

***CRACK***

*The Qua survived the hit, visibly sliding back on the ground from how powerful it was. The gauntlet managed to cut completely through the kite shield, cutting open the Qua's forearm in half, while snapping the sword he used to support the shield. But he is alive.*

*And he isn't having any more of it.*

"I SURRENDER! LET LIVE!" *He screamed.*
Floyd
*With his charge evaded by the three other Qua, or more accurately, ran away from, he had shown surprise and to some level, frustration. About to swing down his other arm to stab down into the Qua's head, his movements were interrupted by the shouts of the fighter.*

"Surrender? Ah, teacher says to 'Be merciful on those who surrender.' Bah, Kondor likes honour. Back to your ship you go!" *Saying such words, his hand instead scooped up the man and launched him back to his own ship, throwing him at one of the groups which manned the weapons of the enemy vessel.*
Dean
*The Qua screamed in panic as Kondor picked him up, not knowing what kind of fate is about to befall him. The Qua, however, was quite heavy, and Kondor just wasn't quite strong enough to throw them across the ship yet..

The Qua was thrown from his grip, flailing as he flew briefly, before landing in middle of the two ship, dangling on top of two grappling hook rope, holding on for dear life with his remaining three arms. Two comrade quickly rescued him.

This was an art of releasing a prisoner of war for him, but to the rest of the Qua, this was more of an act of sheer terror, a demonstration of force. Perhaps gunboat diplomacy - but there's no gun, only boat.*

*There's not a Qua in sight who look eager to fight Kondor. Meanwhile, on the other ship, it seems a group of better-armed veteran pirates are gathering, all of them with helmet, breastplate, and a mace*
Floyd
*Taking a look at the new opponents, Kondor cooled down a little, having had a much needed stress release already. For fighting a group of enemies with maces, he would have more of a problem since he had far more resistance to sharp weapons than blunt. Looking around for anything useful, Kondor decides on just skipping the wait for them to come to him.*

*He runs up to their ship, jumping over the border of his own, but quite sadly the power of gravity becomes his greatest enemy, as he begins a great descent. Which is where his weapons come in just nicely, embedding the two gauntlet blades into the side of the enemy ship, and beginning to climb up, leaving large holes behind where he climbed, using these as foothold too.*
Dean
*A few adventurers looked at Kondor with wide eyes as he performed the risky move of jumping over, instead of attempting to walk over on a gangplank or something. Regardless, it seems he has survived the perilous move.*

*The Qua did not react to his move at all, thinking he has fallen into the sea below. Instead, they formed up a battle line. Each of them were wearing cheap, almain rivet armour that protected their head, torso, upper thigh and upper arm reasonably. All of them had an arming sword and a mace. Instead of spear, they held a mace and shield on their upper arm, while their lower arm held dagger dedicated to dealing with Kondor.

They formed up in a line, preparing to cross over to the other ship when Kondor managed to climb up to the deck again.

The group stood 20 ft. Away*

*Their formation was much steadier, and they stood side by side, covering eachother.*
Floyd
*It was a lucky gamble, but honestly more fun to do because why the heck not, and as he prepared to fight against these enemies, he thumped his two fists together, activating his second trait.*

```General speed bonus, +0.4, 3.75 mana per turn. Total mana now: 85/100. Consumption rate from now on: 7.5 per turn.```

*Making his attack first, he raised his fists into a boxing position, defending him against attacks to his head or neck which were the most dangerous points for him. As he approached the group, he first wanted to know how many there were, dashing sideways to attack the one on the farthest end of their formation first, while keeping an eye on the others who now were behind his target. (Essentially, he moved to besides their line so they can't move without getting closer to unprotected borders of the ship, meaning they could be pushed off, so he's getting behind their line. Line 'em up.)*
Dean
*Encouraged by Kondor's reign of terror, some of the adventurers crossed ship, attacking other pirates onboard the ship, leaving Kondor free to focus on the four in front of him.*

``` All Qua will be counted in order they're behind the first one. The one on the farthest end would be Qua 1 ```

***Qua 1** (The one he is now engaging) turned toward him, holding up his shield. He took a backstep, trying to clear out room for his comrade, while holding his shield steadily.

**Qua 2 and 3** Circled to Kondor's left, while **1** Backed off toward the aftcastle. **4** Considered moving to the other edge of the ship, flanking Kondor from the left, but decided against it as he could be pushed off. Instead, he stayed behind **1**, trying to cover him in case Kondor charged him. Both group maintained a distance of 12 ft from him if possible.*
Floyd
*Seeing this impeccable teamwork in play, Kondor scoffed respectfully. Of course, a scoff is going to be interpreted as mockery by anyone else.* "I like you!" 

*His first move was to dash towards* **3** *In a sweeping slash to the Qua's calves, his arms larger than most of his limbs allowing him to have such a reach in order to attempt to trip up the enemy, while his focus kept his other arm held in a defensive position so as not to get major damage from one of the other maces, while poised in a way that it could quickly slash at the neck of* **3** Had it fallen to his sweep attack.*
Dean
***3** Fell against his charge. He held up his shield, only to have it swept away by the gauntlet, followed by a quick slash to his neck. He was instantly killed. In front of him, **2** Charged forward, slamming his shield into one of his gauntlet to control it, while swinging his mace down at Kondor's shoulders.

**1 and 4** Charged after Kondor, and then quickly went for his legs, stabbing their dagger behind his knee in an attempt to immobilize this overpowering monster by attacking his weak points - where the knee plates were linked with mail*