Ravus made two guns with his hands and pointed them at targets, he took a deep breath and started firing his forced push with the speed of an assassin rush. His psychic bullets launched from his fingers in silence and he flung guards into other guards, throwing them off the ship. He began to breathe heavily; Ravus had practiced his spell weaved ability constantly in the past year, so he could use it more than once without almost dropping.<br/><br/>After ten shots, he had taken out at least eighteen guards. Ravus dropped to a knee and began to breathe heavily. A shadow loomed over her and a rifle but came towards his face, but he luckily caught it. A feral growl came from his throat as he stood back up and slammed the barrel of the gun into the man's face. "If you think that you can seriously take me out by yourself, you're a hundred years too ear-" A shot to the back of the head with the butt of a sword dropped him to the ground, he wasn't out, but several guards surrounded Ravus and began to beat him, trying to get him to submit.<br/><br/>He felt a sharp pain into her side and he looked as a bloodied boot left his body, the glint of a blade on the toe of the boot. Someone was wearing his boots,<em>His</em>boots! Ravus grabbed the boot and slid it off, jamming the blade into the man's thigh and severing the artery. His screams rang out on the deck and Ravus footwear and grinned.