She had far more fire than he was expecting, especially with the head wound marring her features. The Hunter made no noise as Korvin twisted her arm. The rage he felt in those blue orbs would have been enough to stymie any other man but Daemon was not made of the same stuff as these others. His light green eyes looked away from hers but shot back when he saw her smash her head in to Korvin's jaw. Korvin grunted and lost his grip on the woman. Daemon felt the need to interject but refrained from doing so as he watched the scene play out. The Hunter slammed a knee in to Korvin's gut, causing him to double over in pain. The Hunter's victory was short lived as, backpedaling, she tripped and crashed to the floor. However, she was soon rising with a splintered piece of the mast in one hand. Fortunately, she didn't have time to use it as Korvin's large sea-green fist slammed in to her gut and Daemon winced in sympathetic pain as it caused her to double over and fall down. He whistled in appreciation at Korvin's skill and chuckled,"And here I thought you were the Brawler of Jo'tarn, Korvin! Almost taken down by a slip of a girl." Korvin growled and glared at Daemon before turning his attention to trussing up the Hunter good and tight. When he was done, he shifted the woman on to his shoulder and went across the gangplank to the<i>Iron Lady</i>.<br/><br/>When she was gone, Daemon turned his attention to the crew as they went about looting whatever they could from the wreck of the pirate hunter. He picked his way through the wreckage to the huddling mass of the surviving crew. He eyed them appreciatively before he cleared his throat and spoke."I need three good sailors." He pointed to three of them, the strongest of the lot it seemed."You will work on the<i>Iron Lady</i>until we make port. When that occurs you may officially sign on with us or be let off. Your choice." The three men nodded and walked away under the direction of the Second Mate, a gnome by the name of Nirix. When they were gone, Daemon turned to the survivors once more and shrugged."Unfortunately, I have no room for you." He said begrudgingly. He tugged loose his sword and dawning recollection flared on the faces of the survivors before the men surrounding them brought their blades down. It was over in but moments and fresh blood once more soaked the wood of the deck. Daemon cleaned the blade of his sword before returning it to it's sheath.<br/><br/>He made his way back over as the last of the loot was carried over from the pirate hunter. As his crew fled over to the<i>Iron Lady</i>as a trail of black powder was lit to the magazine stores. As the pirate ship pulled away and got a few hundred feet away an explosion suddenly rocked the night sky and lit up the dark as the pirate hunter was consumed in a fireball that reached dozens of feet in to the air. A cheer broke out among the crew before they went about their duties of getting the ship ready to cast off. Daemon watched the explosion briefly before he decided he should see to his prize. He left the deck and slowly made his way to his cabin at the very back of the ship, looking forward to getting in to something comfortable and a good night's sleep.<br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>He opened the door and saw the Hunter sprawled on the floor. His eyes roved around his cabin before settling on the prostrate form of the Hunter sprawled near his working table. He sighed and removed his hat, setting it on his desk near the door before he shrugged out of his jacket and dropped that on the floor near the telescope. He rolled his shoulders, grateful to not have the weight of the jacket. The inside of his jacket contained steel plates woven between the fabric and it was damned heavy carrying around all of the time. He then removed his sword and gun belts from his waist and they joined the growing pile near the door. With that finished, he felt ready to approach the woman.<br/><br/>He knelt down next to her and frowned as the light from the candle on his table glinted on something. He picked up the razor and chuckled lowly."Naughty." He said darkly. He rolled her over on to her back and pressed the razor right below one of those shining blue eyes and drew it slowly across the skin, creating a new flow of blood to join the rest."I'm debating on something. Whether to tie a cannonball to you and watch you sink or keep you here." He tossed the razor away and lifted her up from the ground easily. Shifting the chair near her with foot, he dropped her in to it before he leaned against the table. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked down at her."Which would you prefer?"