Landing in a crouch the lengthy figure curled long razor fingers of knives as it stood. Hunched and shadowed of the flooding light from the overhead hull, long boney arms swung as a dark cackle came. In the far corner a male cowered as the spindly one came slowly that way. Creaking and clanking of chains came through the air before a loud raspy scream came; the figure ran at the man lifting a long arm out with a jerk. Raining down in a swift lash the knifelike fingers crashed down into the arm of the fleeting pirate, Forkmouth. He cried out before seeing the pale sunken face of the killer before him. He tried to move back but was attached to the claws of Butcher, the Marionette. The figure's grip pulled him and pulled hefty toasted the center of the room. Dragging the male whose limp arm was bleeding, chuckling the Marionette tossed him into the ladder. The figure laughed and stood up, "You bludgeoned my friend, you sick twisted mongrel." he then lashed down gripping into the pirate's calf. His knife fingers cut into the calf, making the strands of muscle edge up and twist out as he lifted his hand. Pulling him again the male then began to cut a deep incision in the guys chest making him wail in pain before screaming as Butcher began to cut and pry him open till he was able to reach inside the ribs. It killed him instantly. Ginning the Marionette gathered the man up and went to the upper deck and tossed the body over. Not caring who saw him without his cowl.Â<br/><br/>Ikol nodded and sighed, "Yeah... That was still scary." she said and backed up staring at Butcher who threw the body overboard and walked away. His hands dripping blood as he disappeared bellow. She blinked and paled but decided to try and go see Tes. The captain was in his cabin comforting Miro, "They be mad because you saved Ikol. Not you they intended to hurt probably. You can stay with me till you be better my friend." he muzzled Miro and wiped his tears away. Hugging him to himself, trying to calm the lad.Â