David
*The Qua, surprinsingly, found his unnatural strike missing its mark. The boy was now below him, and a fist was sent into its knee, sending him recoiling in pain, as his kneecap were displaced very uncomfortably. The shock only made it worse. The Qua was still determined to capture, and turned his sword upside down, whacking downward at his head with the blunt end, only to miss as he stumbled backward.*

"GRWAH!" 

*Fithora could hear rushed footsteps coming from behind him. A safe direction where other crewmembers and adventurers are.*
Caroline
Hurdling his fist to plummet deep into the deformed insectoids' knee appeared to be entirely purposeful, naught a thing could turn fore the worst within the ancient boys' fluid strike how could there be? Whilst his fist soared through the air glancing his crystalline coated fist across a hostile strangers knee cap it shot through showing that the boys' form was flawed, his heart would sink feeling the air soar through is iris's a panicked "Yip!" Escaped the youths throat feeling his body tumble forward showing that he was indeed incapable of remaining balanced. Fore a fleeting moment he had felt confidence ample boon lapse against his chest only to have it

Whisked away as his body joined within the Quas' dance, flopping across the deck till his back rammed against a solid oaken wall the very same which the Qua had entered moments ago.

"Augh! Faex curse mine bumbling... Bumblefooted nature!" A once gentle voice erupting with an ancient curse meaning, bursting his soft unreal voice to echo through thee wooden den, a word he had picked up from none other than thee older citizens still naught quite understanding its' meaning he only knew it was bellowed once someone was displeased being sent across the dainty room. Within the chaos which ensued the fossil had little idea the Qua had ever tried to make a second attempt his misfortune turning into fortune... Being ever so clumsy seemed to curry toward his benefit except he was no longer holding his own attempting to usher himself off of the wooden boards and stand up once more. Yet this unpleasant scenario began to derail further fore the youth could hear another thundering down toward where their dispute was ensuing; the very 'vipers' whom saw his form as lesser those of the living people whom he no longer bleonged toward. Inciting panic within his vacant pupils the lads fingers burrowed into the wood causing it to splinter beneath his sheer unnatural strength; by sheer instinct the lightning which danced upon his forearms begun to increase seeming to build without the youths' command wrought by feelings of utter dread. Fore he knew if he was caught by this living person they would surely see to it he was returned toward his grave.
David
A large wave crashed into the ship, shaking it and sending the youth tumbling into the wall. The Qua leaned against the wall next to him, keeping himself steady. He looked at the corridor where the footsteps was coming from, debating whether to retreat or to take this boy back to the deck.

The bug's eyes looked toward the boy, sensing something wrong as lightning danced on his arm. Anxiety filled his mind. As fragile as the boy looked like, he seemed surprisingly strong, and the Qua don't know what trick he has up his sleeves.

He turned around and ran.

Behind Fithora, two adventurers with sword and board arrived some ten feet behind him.

"Hey! Boy, you alright?!" A feminine voice called out.
Caroline
Cackling white light flashed throughout the entirety of the chamber, serving as a beacon toward those whom had come toward the beck and call of the youths' fumbling words. An echo which had rung throughout the vessels violently rocking body sending many to falter within its' unsettled wake, yet it was incapable of moving the youth once more fore his fingers were rooted into its' body. Gradually gathering the malevolent storm upon his own forearms its tendrils splayed and splattered against the cabins walls causing flashes of orange to ignite against the parched wooden surface, harrowing that if someone would not calm thee youth he would likely set the whole bottom hull doused with roiling hot embers. Struck by the volatile energy which surrounded a peculiar stowaways' body someone whom the adventurers likely hadn't accounted for upon their ships' crew. 

Clasped within hysterias' lay roiling within the youths' burning grey iris's, unsettled by his violent encounter the youth whom only set to sea once before within his life felt isolated incapable of trusting any aboard their vessel. Remaining tense within his toiling storm the energy which begun to spit from where he clenched his fingers into the ships hull seemed to grow upon every passing second. Fortunately those whom intended him no ill will were behind the youths hunched over form facing his swathing white ponytail only capable to garner glimpses of this particular ancient garbed in tired old clothing. "T-t'was mine goal to offer thee dainty pedal betwixt kindred saplings, born of thee Earthen Mothers' grace. Fore her will shall cast thine most wretched thoughts asunder... But nay oft thine kin sprout a wicked weed doused within sharpened thorns; b-by mine own wish to know thee simple feeling of solace to bask with her plentiful boon. Prithee... I did naught ask thee insect heads wraith, prithee depart from me I did naught yearn this... Nay naught at all."

His voice laced out in a melancholy tune displaying bitter sorrow awash within his dread , for all he knew the set of steps pattering behind his hunched over body intended further ill will.
David
*The pair of Macen adventurers blinked their eyes, irritated by the sudden flash of white light. The two ran to the boy's defense when they heard the commotion. But now they weren't so sure who were the aggressor - The Qua who ran away, definitely a baddie, but who is this boy they've never seen before?

His magic looked dangerous, out of control. The boy himself looked deranged, or perhaps, shaken by his encounter, and they understood barely any words he spoke. His speech were too archaic to decipher. Not that they were in a state of mind to decipher his speech in middle of a battle, anyhow.*

*The two adventurers raised their shield instinctively, to protect themselves from whatever magic the youth might unleash, and the second adventurer repeated his companion's call of concern.*

"HEY! SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU ALRIGHT!?"
Caroline
Timber spitted out sharp cries as its body was splintered beneath the youths' earth incased nubs, lost within the clashing seas' of his own terror feeling isolated within an unfamiliar realm. Stitched back together the youths' wounds still glimpsed their crystalline coated surface toward those whom asked 'if he was alright' it seemed a rather ridiculous question considering whom they asked appeared to be a corpse whom had torn away from deaths' bitter grasp, capable of showing life betwixt his labored breaths' seeming lathered despite his rather unfortunate condition. His archaic mannerisms seemed lost from the way he had learned to speak toward what spirits which were once worshiped by his people often creeping into his speech spanned an insurmountable distance between the youth and two unassuming adventurers; as Fithora seemed off toward them many within a realm he had fallen asleep within now seemed foreign toward the youth no longer sharing similar dialect as many had during his time.

Though this may be true he still could understand their speech, much better than they could understand his own words listening toward their voices crash against his drums. A femine

Voice one which didn't carry the same gentle usher his mother had once brushed against his ears, and a males whose voice boomed nearly as though Cless himself attempting to breech some sense into the lads' frantic mind. Through some grace someone had blessed thee child with his plea fore their presence only it wouldn't be either of those whom he yearned to feel his form wrapped around in a delightful embrace, subtle a single amber dew dripped from his dilated greys' feeling the memories they had spent together pass through his mind. Merely hearing their voices now together wrought the energies to begin and subside growing down toward a mild storm, his ragged breath spattered betwixt trembling shoulders. "Thee words which you part, toward thee ones I spoke art naught similar toward those whom stare upon mine form as though I am thee barbed crooked stalk... Truly thine tools art naught here to usher me aback, t-tis a most merry sunset to know that you doth bring... Naught a speckle of ill... Nay naught at all, tis ever so difficult to know.." Easing his hands no longer dug deep into the wooden bow his words seeming to brink with slight relieved warmth, fore they approached yet naught a single sword had been clashed against him they only continued to batter him with the same question. "Nay there tis naught to harbor worry upon thine shoulder, fore thee supple winds hitherto mine ears. Nurturing within thee fine whispers which rock thee dainty tulips into a gentle lull

Easing t-t-thine most h-horrid memories.." The sheer mention of his confrintation caused him to release a ragged breath before completing his words. "To lasp into naught but a passing m-memory.." Though he seemed to begin and refrain from finishing his spell the lightening still continued to spark whilst the lad remained incapable of raising toward his feet locked into the wooden floor, these two needed to be careful one single hostile action could return toward where they had begun and the next time may not end so well.
David
*The boy certainly looked ghastly. But every action of his seemed to show he was alive and well. The two adventurers did not find his form overly strange or repulsive. Adventurers, after all, are used to seeing strange things and creature - It is built into their psyche.*

*The female adventurer lowered her shield, and took a step forward, only for her companion to grab her by her arm, pulling her backward. He shook his head at her, imploring her to stay back in the safety of their shield. The boy was still an unknown to them. He looked harmless, but clearly held great power... And is exceptionally weird, even by adventurer standard.*

*"Thee word... Which you part..."*

*The fuck is he saying? The two thought to themselves.*

"What are you saying? What barbed stalk? Tools? Sunset? What?" *The male asked, demanding clarification. Every word the boy spoke simply confused them.*

"Catch your breath... How'd you end up on the ship, anyway?" *The female adventurer said. It is almost like the two were playing the role of good cop bad cop.*