Rorik stumbled out of the room, running to Hydran to comfort her. But, knowing what would probably happen next, he grabbed her wrist and led her up on deck, where he could actually fight on his own terms. 21 Navymen still remained up here, but that didnt seem to be a problem; everyone was too confused to know what was happening. Not even ripping the blade out, Rorik set forth sweeping the top deck.<br/><br/>James knew what PDP said was right, especially when a SHADOW came into the room and freed Rorik. There was a sudden pain in his chest, and he knelt down not understanding how knives that he could not see were embedded into him. James cursed one last time, and fell.<br/><br/>Rorik dispatched the last of the crew and slumped back against the main mast. Sighing heavily, he realised that he was not someone who you'd want around. Just like he'd known before.<br/><br/>'Oh well, at least i'm still alive and whole' he thought, and he got up and took control of the wheel, hopefully sailing in the opposite direction of whence he came.