After having drained W'ineton of the energy she provided, Ogun had left. Though it was not nearly enough to bring him back to his former glory, it was plenty to patch him up. His guards followed the silent giant as he retraced his steps out onto deck. His arm and weapons lay before him, the moon reflecting upon them, dancing upon each facet. He was given curious gazes as he picked up his arms and started to place it back near his shoulder, aligning it as if it hadn't been sheared off in the first place. A great crackling sounded in the air, like lightning streaking through the sky. The guards were suddenly alert, very unnerved by the commotion as a the disconnect between Ogun's arm and his shoulder was suddenly filled with light. Intensifying into a blinding glow, strange sounds could be heard, resembling a mix of millions of clicks and the hiss of heating metal.<br/><br/>Suddenly it stopped, as soon as the energy he had stored was expended. His arm was repaired, simple as that. Not meeting the astounded looks of his guards, Ogun took up his blade once more and once again headed back below deck.<i>"Take me to Ms. Parin, the fox girl."</i><br/><br/>Put off by Ogun's recovery, there was no argument and when he arrived at where she slept, he simply sat by her. The glow about him dimming until there was nothing but a glimmer and a faint hum about him, as if he too was sleeping.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>