It was beautiful, Pan's laughter floating in the air as the screams of pain echoed through the forests. Crocodiles and mermaids alike catching the fallen pirates and dragging them to the dark depths of the never ending sea. Blue turned red with their draining life, the wild look within the blonde's eyes something to be feared. It was joy, joy at seeing the pain and suffering of men that didn't quite deserve it, that could have just been scared back onto their ship and yet they lost their lives for the mere amusement of stolen children on an unfindable island. They were savages, the joyous screams of a battle won over coming the cries of pain. A hand rose, halting the attack as the men fled, they did need someone to play with later on now didn't they. Couldn't spoil their fun too early now could they, they had to save some for later. Turning to his boys, a smile split Pan's lips, the rush of adrenaline from a fight well won rushing through his veins. Arms lifting with a courageous shout, Pan was met with the echo of his followers own voices.<br/><br/>Slowly he settled back on the earth, a crackle of thunder rumbling against the sky. "Head home boys," he told as the first few drops began to rain down on them. It soon turned into a heavy pour, soaking him through in a matter of moments. Pan didn't seem to care at all as he turned his face towards the sky and let the cool waters rush against his skin. He had reveled in the chaos of battle, in the screams of pain and torture, and yet he looked so at peace now, standing in the rain as it soaked his hair to his flesh, his shirt to his toned form. Breathing slowly there was the ever rare smile ghosting across the blonde's lips.<br/><br/>Eyes opened, unaffected by the water that fell into them as streams trailed down his cheeks. With a sigh his head turned, gaze settling on the silver-haired boy he just loved to play with far too often. Hand outstretched, he invited Cyrus in, both knowing what was to come should the fiery-eyed boy take his hand. They'd done it so many times, the excitement of battle drawing them closer each and every time. "You do know how to cause trouble," the chuckle that followed low in Pan's chest. His mind was far from the girl he'd brought to the island for his own selfish wants. Surely Ecko wouldn't mess with her too much, besides, Cyrus was where his interest lay at the moment. "You know I like that," another laugh, sultry and low as he tugged the male closer, flush to his own wet form as those lips curved into a devilish grin.