high_seas | PIRATES vs. NAVY BATTLE LOG

"And you very nearly got a gut full of Quiet Death via blade. Perhaps our planning could have been better," was her wry and smirking retort. Elissa looked sidelong at Haytham and her mouth pulled into a feral grin. After three months aboard ship with no Blight to stop, she was eager for this fight more than she had expected. "Shall we get some exercise?"

She followed up her words with a twirl of her longsword and leapt into combat with the nearest trio of hapless sailors, the first one falling almost immediately.

"Clearly."

He agreed but instead of rushing right into the middle of battle as she had, his was a more measured response. He waited for three of the soldiers to close with him. Two of the fellows lashed out with their bayonets. A mistake, that was just what he had been waiting for. The first man's blade was countered in such a way that Haytham's sword slid easily between his ribs. In that same motion the Grand Master spun the now dying gentleman to him and aimed his rifle to fire at the second attacker. The shock from seeing two of his companions felled to quickly sent the third man into a rage. He roared and charged forward with his sword only to find his blade swept as easily aside as his companion's had been. For him though, the killing blow came from the hidden blade that was thrust up through his jawline.

Elissa fought her way closer to Haytham after her initial charge into battle. A bear of a man came at her from behind with a belaying pin wielded like a club while two of his fellows faced her with pistol and sword. The larger man did not take the size of his shadow into consideration during his attack. The Grey Warden spied him and easily pivoted upon one foot to dance beneath his arm and behind him. Stabbing him in the back, she pushed him forward with his momentum into his fellows and yanked her sword free in a spray of blood.

Without pause, she followed through with her motions to take on the next opponent, dancing forward and back as her dagger-and-sword clashed with Navy sabres.

The pair on-deck were heavily outnumbered and yet the men they faced still fell before them like kindling. Tearing through the ribs of one man, led easily to the next in what became an elegant dance of death. They seemed unstoppable and the Captain of the ship soon realized just rushing at them as so many of his men had done was just not going to work. Instead he changed tactics, yelled for his gunners to form a line, and once they had he ordered their rifles to take aim.

The neck of the ship's boatswain pulsed spouts of blood into the air as the headless body swayed upon its knees and fell over. The man's head lopsidedly rolled across the deck toward Haytham's feet while Elissa turned away from her latest kill to flick the blood from her longsword with a sharp pop of her arm. Spying the line of guns that other men had been trying to use like spears against them, she flipped her longsword into the harness upon her back and reached for the vials upon her belt.

Selecting the only acid flask that had managed to survive the battle with the Archdemon to arrive with her, she threw it in a precise arc toward the gunners. The glass shattered at the feet of the sailors in the center of the line, throwing up splashes of acid and a vile, green smoke.

The line of bayonet wielding riflemen fell apart instantly. Those who didn't get burned by the acid found themselves blinded by the smoke. Even the Captian of the ship staggered backward, though for him it was a more to avoid the attack. The head rolling across the deck had a similiar demoralizing effect on the crew. Those with weak stomachs reeled and shied away leaving a wide opening between their position and the upper deck. It was something to take advantage of!

As a large brutish man swung his sword towards Haytham his arm was captured and in a disarming move certain to make any man weak in the knees, he was kicked in the groin and his sword taken from his hand. This weapon, now freed from it's master's grip, was twirled before being sunk deep into the soldier's shoulder.

While the crew was still befuddled Haytham pivoted and set a course for the upper deck. He leapt to the handrail, using it as a kind of highway to avoid those crewmen on the stairs, and then from the rail he jumped into the air. The Captain didn't even have the time to draw his pistol before the Templar crashed into him from above, once again seamlessly ending a life with only the single strike of a blade. With out their leader's barking orders the crew would have no where to turn, it would fall to disorganized chaos and that gave Elissa and himself every advantage.

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He is going to have to teach me to do that.

Elissa followed in Haytham's wake, making short work of the crewmen on the stairs as they were distracted by his unconventional use of the railing. She stepped over the dead and injured as they fell and darted to the upper deck in order to catch up with the man whose plans she'd inadvertently ruined. "Perhaps we should consider taking our leave?" the Warden called to the Templar as she caught up to him.

A pistol shot pinged off of the section of dragon plate that protected her heart, causing Elissa to flinch in surprise at the noise and the strength of the hit despite the fact that it did no damage. "Maker's breath!" The pistoleer was nearer to Haytham than to herself.

Damn. That was too close! But, he wouldn't get the chance of a second shot. Haytham drew his own pistol and aimed with deadly accuracy for the man's head. Needing the time to reload and having no cover to dive into the soldier didn't stand a chance.

Haytham looked back to Elissa once the pistol man fell, "I believe so."

They had caused enough havoc hadn't they?

"Over the side would be the quickest way."

If they were given the chance to get there. The crew was beginning to recover from the myriad of attacks that had been leveled against them and several of the riflemen had reloaded their weapons. One in particular, with an acid burn across his cheek, took a bead on the monster who had just murdered his Captain.

There had been several occasions when Elissa had managed to use her blades to block incoming arrows during battle, but most of the time it was a fluke. Still, when she saw the rifleman taking aim at Haytham, she reacted without thinking and pivoted to place herself between the Templar and the sailor. "Down!" she shouted to Haytham when she moved.

Smoke billowed from the musket as the rifleman fired, but Elissa's reaction time with Starfang was far too slow. The musket ball slammed past the Grey Warden's blades and through her studded, dragon hide leather to lodge itself in her upper torso below her shoulder and above her dragon plate piece. "AUGH!"

He ducked, if only because the order was a wise one to follow, but it really wasn't nessacary. These older guns just did not hold the power needed to travel all the way through one body and into the next. It was why Haytham so often found himself using enemies as human shields. Using an ally as one however... It was not planned for and brought several emotions to the fore that had to be ignored if they were to get out of this alive.
Hands fell on her shoulders to support her as soon as it had been made clear just what had happened.

"Now we really must leave."

She couldn't be expected to carry on the fight like this. It was his turn for a little trick then. She had used a vile of acid to distract and injure the crew and he had something similiar. A smoke bomb was drawn from a pocket and tossed down on the deck. It did no harm to the men close to it but the thick smoke did make it difficult to see. The crew found themselves once again reeling from a surprise attack as they choked on the smoke and were blinded effectively enough so that the pair could make their way up and over the rail of the ship. The seaman heard the splash when it came but could do nothing about it.

Elissa flipped her blades into her back harness with a grimace of pain just before going over the railing with Haytham. Thankfully, dragon bone plate and dragon hide leather were lighter than their counterparts despite being sturdier, so she didn't sink like a stone. Still, swimming was not the easiest thing to manage with lead ball in her shoulder. A small trail of blood bloomed and dissipated in the water as she came up for air to look for her fellow crewman. Spying Haytham, she struck out after him toward shore - albeit at a much slower pace.

Haytham kept his pace measured so should she require assistance he would not be too far away to offer it. The ship they had come from, being in the harbor as it was, made the distance required to swim to shore a very short one. As soon as the Grand Master found his feet upon the sand he reached back to offer the lady the support she may have needed to splash her way back to the beach as well.

"We should make for the local Nav."

Though there would doubtless be soldiers along the way that they would need to dodge it seemed the quickest way to get her back to the ship and to the medical treatment she needed.

"Do you think you could make it that far?"

Elissa took that assistance in emerging from the water, the wet leather of her gloved hand grasping Haytham's as she slogged forward on her feet. Pausing to catch her breath, the Warden held her left arm at her side and nodded to her crewman. "Of course. Tis not my legs that were wounded," she breathlessly laughed.

"You are not hit, I hope?" was asked to verify that her actions hadn't been in vain. Soggy leathers squelched when she took another step forward on the wet sand. Water was still dripping from her attire and droplets were falling from the edge of her leather hood to run down her face.

"No, you took the shot intended for me."

That would have to suffice for a 'thank you' until they were in a more secure area. Haytham left her side for just a moment, to scurry up the side of the building and scoop out the area ahead.
The town was a mess but using his unique gift the patrols were easy enough to pick out, their red outlines marking them out from the rest of the crowd. He settled on the best route to take before 'borrowing' a shirt from a native's laundry line and dropping back to the ground. He tucked and rolled to lessen the impact of jumping down from the roof, and then was back at her side to relay what he'd seen.

"I think we should be able to slip past the patrols without engaging them."

The shirt was for her wound, a temporary battlefield means of preventing the blood loss. You did what you could in these situations and used what you could find. Of course it did mean some one lost a shirt but...

When Haytham returned, Elissa was quite a bit paler and was gingerly probing around the hole in her leathers, gritting her teeth and showing more pain than she had allowed herself when he was still in her presence. Being shot was starting to catch up with her now that the initial adrenaline surge had worn off after the swim. She quickly attempted to school her features once again when she heard his distinctive voice. "Good. This... is not the same as an arrow wound. Tis affecting me more than I would expect."

Not surprising. He had seen people die from injuries far less severe than that. He indicated the shirt he'd brought back with him and then her wound.

"Would you mind...?"

Well, removing that piece of armor long enough to temporarily patch the injury.

"We can have you seen by a skilled physician once we make it back to the ship, but until then we should try to patch that wound."

Elissa's hands reached for her belt. "Ah... beneath the leather or just the plate piece?" she inquired as she considered just how much work the former would take. Still, she started undoing buckles and damp leather straps as best she could while wearing wet gloves. Off came the blade harness with a painful shrug that made her go white for a moment.

"It should be beneath your armor, so yes, the leather too. I need to make sure there is pressure on the wound."

He torn the shirt into strips that would be better suited to this task. The sleeves were the most useful seeing as how they were already very long, they just needed to be freed from the body of the shirt.

It seemed so much of what she had on was connected to something else with the way her straps criss-crossed and wrapped. Next, the tassets and cuisses that protected her hips and thighs were shed because that was the only way to get to the lowest buckles on her leather tunic. Elissa sucked in a breath through her teeth while reaching beneath her left arm to work loose the buckle there that held the plate over her chest. To expedite things, she left the other side fastened and wormed her way out of the harness.

Each new movement of her left shoulder seemed to encourage fresh blood to well out of the musket ball's entry point. Finally, she peeled away her studded leather tunic to reveal the linen shirt beneath it that was plastered and wrinkled against her form. Despite Elissa's determination not to pass out, she came very close for a moment.

Such a task it was. Haytham could tell how difficult the simple movements were becoming just by the expressions that flashed by on her face. He had no doubt that when the needed pressure was applied to the wound she would wince again. must be incredibly painful...

Why had she done it?

The first sleeve was taken and wrapped around the injured shoulder.

"Brace yourself."

Then the pressure came as the knot in the former shirt was tightened to hold in the leaking blood. The second sleeve was then secured around the first making for a stable bandage even if it was a make shift one.

"Now, we will just have to make it to the Nav. Rest for a moment and then we can be off."

The Grey Warden focused on her breathing while Haytham tended to her, face going white as milk again when he tightened the knot over the hole in her flesh. If she had any regrets about playing human shield, they were well-hidden. "If I sit, I fear that I will not stand again," she confessed, "But give me that moment to collect myself and my things."

The tassets and cuisses went on over her leather pants and linen tunic as Elissa knew better than to try to pull on her leather tunic again. That would be wasted, painful effort. Instead, she eased into her blade harness with what help the Templar could offer and draped her tunic and triangular chest plate over the crook of her left arm. The added weight was not comfortable, but at least her right arm was free for swordplay, if necessary.

The breeze from the sea began to shift, bringing with it the smell of gunpowder and smoke. The assault on the island was becoming more intense and the explosions from the harbor could be seen as black smoke on the horizon. That should pull more Navy men away from the posts and back towards their ships. It was a good time to leave.

Haytham didn't wait for her to say she was ready. He watched and and soon as the timing seemed right he reached out to guide the young lady along the path ahead of them.

"It's not too far. One of the other teams has probabally secured the Nav by now. Should be simple enough."

Most likely, if those others they had arrived with were as competent as they claimed. If not, then he intended to the clear the way for her.

One foot in front of another, she could do. In fact, it was better than standing in one place as it gave her somewhere to place her focus other than the fact that getting shot was traumatic and incredibly painful. Elissa intended to make it to the Backwater Brig by force of will alone, if necessary, and the set of her jaw more than communicated that determination.

Still, she let Haytham undertake the duties of lookout and protector without protest or complaint. This time. "I do believe Harlock headed that way after we exited the forest to do just that."

Did he... well, in that case.

"I'll go slightly ahead then to make certain the way is clear."

He had not seen Harlock's abilities and being so slow to trust people as he was it was best to take care of these matters himself. Luckily the short scouting mission did show the way had been cleared and Haytham was back in plenty of time to see her through the door and over to the Nav.

"Have you met anyone who is a skilled Doctor?"

"No. Mister Fowl is our appointed doctor, but I do not know the full extent of his abilities. In the past, I have made contact via the journal with a man on the Spades who goes by the name of doctor... and there is a healing mage here from Ferelden whose name is Anders," Elissa tiredly replied.

She shifted the weight upon her left arm to her right in relief. Haytham's bandages were holding well, though the linen undershirt she had worn beneath her armor was still stained from earlier blood loss.

"Are you coming with me or do you intend to remain on the island?"

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I just read up on musket ball wounds. Holy crap!

Bad news for her if it's not treated well!

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