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Wild eyes and bared teeth twitched to the newcomer. Maheem. Mary stepped back, careful to stay out of Scourge's range and grinned suddenly, the animalistic look vanishing. It was a blooming, heartfelt grin like she had displayed upon completion of the wrestling match with the big man. She waved over to Owlbear too, including him if he desired. "Thank ye, Maheem. If'n ye an' tha Ol'bear kinna be keepin' an eye on this yella belly, it be much appreciated! Feel free ta rough him up as he wou' done ta any other. He be needin' ta spend a night o' two in tha brig, me thinkin'."
Turning her head towards the commotion nearby she saw blood and a trio of people trying to coral the impressive Plugg. This was the first time Mary was truly intimidated by the large would be Captain. Perhaps he simply hadn't seemed as threatening in comparison to Harrigan. It made her glad to see that he was bleeding, though the majority of red seemed to be dripping from Hurley and Brenden. Mary's breath was still coming quickly and her stomach ached from the wound there. Spray from the ocean lashed against her hot skin with a light sizzle and she blinked with a sudden idea. Fighting men were quick to hurt others and just as quick to try and avoid getting hurt. Pirates were notoriously fast with their hands and reactions. Perhaps this could play to their favor. Mary with a rolling deck, this could potentially end up for anyone to grab with a move action. Hurley. dropped the flask she was holding and began twisting her fingers in an intricate pattern. There was no attempt to conceal her casting this time; she made the motions and said the magic words right out in the open and pointed at Plugg. Water was often cool, cold even. But it could be hot. Boiling hot. Ocean mist gathered where she pointed. In an instant, the cutlass in Plugg's hand began to glow red. Would he drop it quickly? She didn't think he was truly brave enough to hold on and see what would happen.
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~Round VII~ Maheem and Owlbear weigh their options.Owlbear doesn't need much convincing, running past Maheem with a roar and a swing of his club as Mary steps away, the second-in-command ducking below the club and right into a swing by Maheem, the crack of which sends Scourge sprawling on the ground, bleeding and missing some of his yellow teeth. His eyes flutter before he goes limp, passed out from the blow. Scourge is down, and Maheem throws up his beefy Vudran arms. "MAHEEM SWINGS FOR THE WIN!" Yes, he does. Plugg is too concerned to notice this. Everyone moves around him, a swarm, a pack, and Plugg is irritated. Hurley healed and fleeing, the cutlass in his hand suddenly turns orange with heat and Plugg growls, holding onto the weapon in spite of the burning and raising it, prepares to bring it down on Brenden. But as he does so, the sword raised high, it slips from his hands, a clear muck in his hands telling him something has bewitched his weapon, which flies backwards and into the back side of the ship, just at the edge; it twanges and dances, stuck there. "Ye witches and sea-koonts! I don't need a blade t' see my hands 'bout your neck!" Using his whip, he flails at Brenden, catching him Attack: 21 Damage: 6 nonlethalin the face and neck. He then swings at him, with his burnt and blistered hand, and misses completely, growling at the irritation Attack: 14from the wound. Looking over, he sees Scourge on the ground, and his eyes remain firm, his face curling, aging suddenly. "Blasted bugger, unable to keep his own. I'll see ye all dead, 'nd I'll have my prick in yer eyeholes 'afore yer cold!" He looks to Brenden in particular, and for the first time, the Mwangi sees fear in his eyes.
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~Round VIII~ They can sense it. The end, coming closer.So can Plugg. Mary, Pari, and Hurley prepare to join the fray, healing and with Pari using her synergy with the sea and getting a weapon for Hurley. They are the second line of defense, and behind them, Maheem and Owlbear are joined by Crimson in tying Scourge up; distantly, they see the other loyalists tied up or bleeding, showing that Plugg is the last. And soon, Plugg will join them. Brenden has a trick up his own sleeve. In his blood runs memory, runs time, and runs a lineage longer than any known on the ship. Brenden is something more than he appears to be. The line of Corteva-Munoz says something, though it's not clear he understands it. But from what he says, Plugg understands enough. "Chosen." His eyes are wide, his fear strong. It's enough to throw him off, and he moves his body; not his head. The blade catches his left eye, causing the Captain to scream as blood goes flying. As the blade digs through the bridge of his nose, but misses his right eye. The Captain screams, his greased hand reaching for his eye, Attack: Nat... Nat 1 his other swinging with his cat'o'nine'tails, which in his fear, goes flying over Brenden's shoulder and right at Hurley, landing at his feet. "I don' care who ye are.... if I'm goin', yer comin' with me, ye shite!"
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~Round IX~ Everyone obeys orders well and good enough as Pari gives them. Checking their lines, their jobs, they determine what to do, who should do what, and when they should do it. They work quickly, all but Crimson and Jake, who keep the loyalists of Plugg armless and begin tying them to the main mast. The surf picks up, throwing the ship for a curve that no one expected, not with the way the storm has died down.The crash of the wave throws Mary for a loop, interrupting her charge, but just enough to give Brenden and Hurley leverage and distraction. Hurley stabs him, insulting his humanity, even, and draws blood from the captain's guts. He grunts, spitting out blood as he turns to face the Gillman, opening his mouth to speak. Brenden's own slash draws a major gash above Plugg's eye, causing him to scream out as blood soaks his face. How much blood does the man have? "I HAVE NOT COME THIS FAR TO BE PUT DOWN BY TH' LIKES O' YE!" Insulted, he turns, freeing himself unwisely from Hurley's wound and slams his fist directly into Mary's face, catching her chin but doing little Attack: 22 Damage: 1but surprising her. He is running out of steam, and is not long for this world.
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