A pair of vivid green eyes was perhaps the only thing the second Feral saw of his second attacker, Celris leaped and latched  onto the much bigger Feral's back, tripping him up and giving her the advantage.<br/>She had, watching Black dispatch the first Feral, been grateful she was on his side. Magic could be frightening to see in action.<br/>After he'd killed the first she'd taken action against the second. Not bfore taking out her own special weapons and pulling them over her hands, of course. These small gloves, which left most of her palms uncovered, but fit her fingers perfectly, were inlaid with sharp, metal knuckles and light, but sickeningly sharp attatchments that fit neatly over her own claws.<br/>She sat on the Feral's back, pinning him to the ground and proceeded to bludgeon and claw the other's vulnerable neck.<br/>The emaciated Feral howled in rage and threw her off, but only long enough to get to his feet, where she immediately launched at him again, dodging his all-too-slow movements with his rapier. She grinned, running from all of those Alune<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>improved her speed.<br/>His weapon slashed into her fist, and she grabbed the blade with her injured hand, using it to bring him closer to her claws.<br/>After all those hours sleeping away, she was bright with excitement and ready to get that adrenaline pumping.<br/>The Feral caught sight of her pattern and gave pause, pirate or not the patches of color were something out of the ordinary, something one wouldn't forget easily.<br/>He opened his mouth to snarl something and Celris headbutted the other in the stomach, taking the opportunity to drive the other against a railing and repeating the blood beating while her foe was pinned and dazed. She ripped the sword from his grasp and ignored the pain in her hand as she set to work.<br/>She made two quick incisions at his neck and then proceeded to rake her claws under his collarbone, baring her teeth in delight when she cut and another artery was opened.<br/>Speed and hours upon hours studying diagrams made it futile to fight her up close. What Celris lacked in strength she made up for in viscious, fast, and accurate attacks.<br/><br/>Osbourne watched the chaos and observed the third Feral moving in for the kill. He strode towards the pirate, calmly, unhurridely, and the pirate seemed to regret his decision. No matter how disguised his armor was, there was no soul in those glowing eyes.<br/>The hammer was raised, and the Feral slammed it into Osbournes side, only to feel the shock reverberate back up his arm. Other than a hollow<span style="font-style: italic">clang</span>ing noise and a slightly annoyed set of grinding gears, Osbourne didn't move. The Feral balked, but swung again, determined to destroy whatever this thing was. The second time he struck, Osbourne let out a long, slow hiss, an imitation of Celris' and one he was proud of. The Feral retreated, floundering now.<br/>Osbourne seized the last Feral by the neck and squeezed. The Feral's hammer dropped to the deck as it's owner released it to pursue other desires. Such as air.<br/><br/>Celris heard a loud<span style="font-style: italic">snap</span>nearby, and paused in her assault. Her fur, which had grown stiff with salt was now also stained red. She sighed and pulled away from the pirate, now unconscious or dead, she didn't know which but either way he wasn't a threat now and was quickly approaching the latter.<br/>Osbourne threw a limp body overboard, looking no worse for wear, other than a few dents in his armor, which he worriedly fussed over. Celris scanned the deck for any other enemies. "Black! Is that all of them?" Sh scampered over to Black and tried in vain to clean her claws and fur of matter. "She stared at the hostages and smirked, their cover was blown, but who cared? She could see her home from here!<br/>She flinched as Osbourne moved past her to the bloodied heap of the second pirate. "Oh don't worry about that one, I got it-"<br/>Osbourne ignored her and picked up the body.<br/>"He's dying anyway...I cut two arteries and his jugular..."Celris called, feeling pleased. Her gloves were one of a kind, hand crafted, and had taken forever to make. It took even longer to get used to using them, but she preferred them by far to those huge, clumsy swords and hammers.<br/>Osbourne made no reply and hurled the Feral into the waters, "Signs of life, low but still there. Diligence is a must, FeralBreed."<br/>Celris stifled a growl and turned back to Black, "Your swordsmanship is very nice. Now what?"