<span style="font-family:Philosopher"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff00ff">"Be a pet or die. Neither really sounds like a plan I want to be apart of."</span> Daemon smirked as he looked down at her. She hadn't thought of what happened between sinking to the deep and now. He stepped away from the desk, clasped his arms behind him tightly, and walked to the window to look out at the night sky. He moved gracefully despite the swaying of the ship, a lifetime at sea earning him the sailor's walk. He pondered her fate for a moment. She was the Hunter. One of the most feared pirate hunters to ever live. He had been expecting something else when he had met her, the reputation of such a fearsome Hunter should belong to a woman thrice her apparent age. However, he supposed you could never read the seas from the shape of the water on the surface. The way she had answered had been all Hunter though; calm in the face of imminent death.<br/>
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He heard a snap of frayed rope behind him and turned just in time to dodge the chair she had picked up and swung at him while his back was turned. It crashed into the window he had been looking at. Instead of shattering, it caused the glass to star spectacularly, on the brink of shattering. The chair was not so lucky. It splintered in to a dozen pieces at the force of the blow. Roaring his rage at being attacked in his own quarters, he lashed out with a knee. His right knee crashed into the woman's gut, causing her to double over. However, he was not done yet. He brought his left fist down in a downward strike that caught the woman's jaw in evenly. If he had put his entire weight behind the blow, no doubt it would have dislocated her jaw. As it was, the blow merely stunned her, knocking her to the floor. Unfortunately for her, his rage was not yet spent. He sent a boot crashing in to her ribs as she sprawled in front of him. <br/>
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Breathing hard in the sudden violence, the door opened and Korvin entered with a drawn pistol. Daemon halted him with a hand.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"Stay that pistol Korvin!"</span> Korvin nodded and lowered his pistol.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"The shark was merely showing it's teeth."</span> Korvin slowly closed the door. When he did, Daemon leaned down and grabbed the woman by her hair. He lifted her on to her knees. The rage of earlier had gone, replaced with a cold visage that screamed indifference to her fate.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"Try that again. And before you sink, I'll let my crew have their way with you. And they're not so gentle as me."</span></span>