(OOC: Tough Day)<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">(Posts could be a bit delayed this week, been putting off yard work, spring cleaning and all that jazz. I was so tired when I was done that I couldn't post. Should lessen up later in the month though assuming we don't have any big storms. *Knock-on-wood*)</div></div></div><br/>[Wiska]:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">*The catfish lass turned and held her staff vertical, her expression was simply mellow right now, she looked sort of sleepy or worn out. She utilized the misty scrying spell to look for Spectra finding the image of a raven on the main mast, it was staring intently down at the main deck, with a wave of her claws wiska changed the image to focus on Sin, she looked to be deep in focus, weapons drawn loading up another pair of shots in her pistol*, "Barusa must still be inside Spectra, I can't find her", *Wiska stated rushing to the main stairway up to the top deck, an enemy officer would stop them armed with a rifle, to both their surprise she was an Aquaron, a Mako Shark, smaller than Seydon but larger than Wiska, with a complement of twin sabers, a red cloak and leather armor to go with her rifle. She aimed and fired, missing wiska but nailing the larger Seydon right in the left arm, she then drew her blades, and charged Wiska down who threw up a mud pillar like the ones that trapped those guards in atlantis (this doesn't cover the face btw, Wiska trained herself to make her magic non lethal, she won't kill unless she's REALLY freaking out) This Mako was slick though, seeing the staff she threw herself aside in a huge leap, her body was moving as Wiska cast her spell, thus the pillar did not rise quick enough to plant her, and the sword maiden continued her rush, dodging the next mud ball the catfish flung, now within striking distance, Wiska blocked the first sword with her staff...but the second ran her clean through. The Shaman shrieked, never been stabbed before, as a sword was twisted an inch past her barkmail and then pulled from her belly, she dropped her staff falling to her knees as her assailant lept backwards ready to strike Seydon next, but unaware of his rodent companion. A trained warrior would be able to deal with this level of pain, but Wiska had the good fortune to never have experienced great pain before, she'd never even broken a limb.*</div></div></div><br/>[Main Deck]:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">"Interesting...I know she's here, but if she's not replying, it means shes afraid", *Grandus held his claw out summoning his halberd back to his side, his sword glowing red hot for a moment and burning any blood that was so far drawn into ash, disbursed with a swipe of the blade before being Sheathed again at his hip*, "I wonder who could spook her so?", *The old dragons eyes narrowed, he had a feeling his mistress was near...he himself shuttered under the weight of that possibility, she was no more kind to her subjects than others, ruthless, with a twisted sense of mercy killing.* "Seems the stakes of this conflict are higher than I first anticipated...no doubt that wench's doing."<br/><br/>*Zaleila retorted with a scoff*, "You hardly know us, yet you cannot help but spit insult, I expected more from one so chivalrous."<br/><br/>"A whore is a whore, I speak only the truth"<br/><br/>"And yet she equals you in might?", *Zaleila raised her right rifle in accusation, causing grandus to back drop off the edge of the ship, lights would then dive in several directions around the ship, covering his movements*, "Perhapse in might, but not in morals"<br/><br/>"HAH! Thats a laugh you bloodthirsty old Codger!"<br/><br/>*Grandus returned with a laugh of his own, echoing around the main deck his voice seeming to radiate from many directions over a short time*, "Seems you got me there, the battle calls to me, I cannot help but answer."<br/><br/>"Indeed, as our chambers call to us...but enough waxing lyrical-HURK!" *Zaleila suddenly found a spear through her chest, as Grandus slid up from the shadows behind her, his halberd planted in her back, a simple spell of cloaking had coated him in darkness*, "Oh yes, I think that was enough chatter, thank you", *the old wyrm racked his claws down the shaft of the halberd, igniting the blade and causing Zaleila to literally boil, and pop, bursting into a mess of golden slime as her armor collapsed onto its knees. The drones ready to strike him down would fall inactive, disabled like their master. However as he was removing the spike from his foes armor, hed find a bullet shot through his right leg, and then a saber through his armpit, narrowly missing his lungs*, "AAHK! HOOMPH!", *The old wyrm shrieked, jack ass kicking the swords owner off of him before the damage became critical, he'd then huff turning, and pronouncing*, "HAH! Can't remember the last time I made a slip up like that", *he gritted his teeth, demigod level or not that bloody hurt*, "Let me guess, your descended from Bastet aren't you, the cat goddess...hehehe, spirit sight then...dark spells won't be effective on her bloodline." *Grandus was careful, a wounded leg and torn joint was bad, so he took to the air again, he still had two highly mobile wings capable of jet propulsion.*<br/><br/>"you really like your guns don't you little kitty?", *he proceeded to draw a huge tri barreled gatling pistol with long tapered barrels and fine embroidery.* "Lets see how you fancy sweet old Maria!", *BANG! BANG! BANG!*, "Three shots fired, three shots hit, one in the right arm, one in the right shoulder, and one through the chest breaking a rib, the bullet stopping terribly close to the heart*, "Ah, Hana armor, you lucky thief", *Grandus commented*, "So the big girls connected to all of this somehow? She doesn't just give that kind of thing away you know, perhaps shes scared of something, or getting rather desperate...OR BOTH!"<br/><br/>*The memory of what happened when someone talked with Grandus for too long was still fresh, though looking over at Zal her gloopy body was pulling itself slowly back together.*</div></div></div>