[Grandus]:<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 gold clad demon of an admiral was about to give chase, seeing his opponent prone he would bolt forward through the air, however, despicable quietly, and all too surprising, a cannon fell on top of him mid air, landing him right behind Seydon and the mousey witch with his back exposed, the second cannon landed as well on top of the first, doubling the weight and making the old dragon shriek in surprise underneath several tons of cast iron. He'd struggle for a moment, but then open his maw and ignite both wings to slowly push the canons off of him through essentially jet propulsion*, "Well...I've been ambushed by trees before but none so far have ever...huff...hit me with my own-Mph-bloody Cannons", *He stated boosting up into the rigging, to loosely rest upon the ropes. He was winded and quickly looked about the darkened ship, his dragon eyes focused much like a cats would. His were not as efficient as Tigrin eyes but they revealed enough, he'd heard the lightning from earlier and it made him rather nervous, it meant they had a spellcaster among them which tended to really screw over ones tactics. He couldn't afford to let such a foe live, so for now he bid his time and waited.*</div></div></div><br/>[Zaleila]:<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;">*It took a minute but the golden slime managed to gather up her blobs and reform her humanoid body within her tech armor, though she found herself rather ravenous due to some loss of mass, that was easily remedied as she simply lifted up one of the corpses scattered about the deck and slurped it up into her body*, "Ah...much better, old hot head is taking it easy, hes the kind of guy that likes playing chess, so we've probably got some time before his next move. I'm Zaleila by the way, former Dutchess of Haldengrove", *She stated keeping a close watch on the dragon in the rigging*, "You know shes unconscious right shark boy?" *she stated watching Seydon beat the snot out of a stunned mako.*</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;">*She was gonna kill that dumbass if she lived through this. Running off to hound after another girl when she was in such dire straits...and she was on the verge of forgiving the big dumb lug too,* "Pfft, Aaah! huff aah!", *her pain tolerance was nothing impressive, she couldn't move, she was bleeding heavily, and she didn't know how to patch herself up.* "g-get b-back hhear...st--stupid...", *she barely whispered through chattering teeth.*</div></div></div>