Aris stared down through a hole in the woodwork and watched the bloodbath commence. It was simply amazing how much of the crimson liquid could come from only a few people. She watched as a young man, armed with a chain with spikes on it, reaped his way through most of them, crying "Massacre!" and "Blood!" as his blades ripped through them like claws through a corpse. She was slightly drunk, as she had found a barrel of rum they had put into the hold, and she stumbled about as she watched the gore and death lessen. She had butchered a few chickens and hogs in her little farmhouse, but never had the stench of blood been so thick, even if it was miles below where she was.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a bang of wood against wood made her spin around, coming face to face with one of the crew. He stood there, in disbelief, that a young woman would be hiding out here of all places, but he quickly grabbed her before she could get a hold of her scimitar, which leaned against a barrel nearby.