[They were thankfully close enough to the mast that reaching it was a short trip through the echoes of battle; the only interruption coming from one of the undead merfolks being shoved away from one of the few deckhands still left and right into Yazoo’s path. The creature turned its cloudy eyes at him as it extended its slimy and half rotten fingers towards him.
The Remnant cursed lowly to himself as he scowled at the disgusting lifeform while black shadows began to seep up between the cracks of the floorboards around them but just as quickly dissipated as he realized that there was neither enough room nor was he certain he could exert the necessary focus needed to control that particular trick in all the chaos surrounding him.
Instead, Yazoo sneered viciously at the creature with a feral gleam in his strange eyes and snapped his teeth once at it with meaning as those bone and sinew fingers got too close. It was enough to cause the undead thing a moment of pause and as it did so, the pale man wasted no time closing the last of the distance between himself and it to shoved the barrel of his pistol directly under its chin and squeezed the trigger. There was a sharp bang and a split second later, the back of the creature's skull was no more as the younger man continued towards the mast then grabbed onto the closed batch of rigging to ascend upwards to safety.
As Yazoo had suspected, the creatures were even less dexterous when it came to prolonged climbing. Between the rot in their upper bodies and with only rotting fish tails for a lower body, there was little hope of them being able to manage the rigging that the pair of men had employed during their climb.
He was surprised by how well the stranger next to him had handled it though, considering he seemed to be short of an appendage or maybe it was just a trick of this strange place that merely decided to replace his hand with a hook. Yazoo really couldn’t say and didn’t particularly care as long as it wasn’t impeding them in their efforts to survive the bizarre onslaught they were in. That said, he was weary of how useful a musket of all things would be from up high as his new found knowledge of ‘Ye Olde Timey Firearms’ told him that they were notoriously inaccurate when it came to hitting their targets.
But the concern was quickly laid to rest as Moran took his shot and a fetid creature collapsed upon the deck like a discarded (and disgusting) rag doll with a wet plop. One less thing for either of them to worry about then as he took a moment to simply survey the carnage below them. And what he saw confirmed what he had already suspected; the fight to save this damned ship was not going well.]
“You’re going to need to fire that a lot faster to fix this mess.”
[And there it was, a full sentence of gallows humour. Things must be truly bad, indeed.]
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The Remnant cursed lowly to himself as he scowled at the disgusting lifeform while black shadows began to seep up between the cracks of the floorboards around them but just as quickly dissipated as he realized that there was neither enough room nor was he certain he could exert the necessary focus needed to control that particular trick in all the chaos surrounding him.
Instead, Yazoo sneered viciously at the creature with a feral gleam in his strange eyes and snapped his teeth once at it with meaning as those bone and sinew fingers got too close. It was enough to cause the undead thing a moment of pause and as it did so, the pale man wasted no time closing the last of the distance between himself and it to shoved the barrel of his pistol directly under its chin and squeezed the trigger. There was a sharp bang and a split second later, the back of the creature's skull was no more as the younger man continued towards the mast then grabbed onto the closed batch of rigging to ascend upwards to safety.
As Yazoo had suspected, the creatures were even less dexterous when it came to prolonged climbing. Between the rot in their upper bodies and with only rotting fish tails for a lower body, there was little hope of them being able to manage the rigging that the pair of men had employed during their climb.
He was surprised by how well the stranger next to him had handled it though, considering he seemed to be short of an appendage or maybe it was just a trick of this strange place that merely decided to replace his hand with a hook. Yazoo really couldn’t say and didn’t particularly care as long as it wasn’t impeding them in their efforts to survive the bizarre onslaught they were in. That said, he was weary of how useful a musket of all things would be from up high as his new found knowledge of ‘Ye Olde Timey Firearms’ told him that they were notoriously inaccurate when it came to hitting their targets.
But the concern was quickly laid to rest as Moran took his shot and a fetid creature collapsed upon the deck like a discarded (and disgusting) rag doll with a wet plop. One less thing for either of them to worry about then as he took a moment to simply survey the carnage below them. And what he saw confirmed what he had already suspected; the fight to save this damned ship was not going well.]
“You’re going to need to fire that a lot faster to fix this mess.”
[And there it was, a full sentence of gallows humour. Things must be truly bad, indeed.]