high_seas | Masquerade Ball - Totally not an ambush

[As she started really getting into it, he hunkered down more in a crouch, his right hand trailing on the roof, the claws coming out to sink into the roof just a bit, just in case he needed a quick drop.]

[He's keeping an eye on the fire and crumbling things, eyes narrowed behind his mask. His nose caught not only burning everything but blood as well. Figures. The split of the earth however had him glancing back at her.]

[She was concentrating out on the ships now, and honestly, crippling the ships was the best way to stick it to the Navy.]

[He could hear the roar of fighting starting. Ace must have given his signal. He was sure it was flashy no less. Logan wondered for a moment if some people had managed to get out of here by now. Those they 'cared' to warn should have left already so it should be fine...]

Try not to cripple our escape route, Chan...

Don't worry about that. I'm in control of it.

[Now is when Logan gets his dragon. Holding her hands high, Chandra starts to form and shape a ball of flame, a vaguely draconic body forming above her head. Gradually it grew and grew before it she finished. With an earsplitting shriek that would echo for miles out over the water, the flaming construct hurtled out over the water. Gouts of flame poured from it's mouth as Chandra directed it like a kite, setting the fleet ablaze.

And then she thrust her fists skyward, the dragon lurching straight up gracelessly before she moved her hands back down in a quick jerk and pulled them apart. The construct lost form as it came down like a meteor, splitting into dozens of small comets in mid-drop. Each piece of the starstorm slammed into the deck of a navy ship, burrowing through the wood and into the powder magazines. Gunpowder ignited with a thunderous roar, louder than even the dragon's screech, as the ships all went up at once.

Chandra's voice boomed out with a triumphant shout.]

That's right! Burn, you dogs! Fucking burn!

[And then in a lower voice, she looks over at Logan with a smirk.]

And now? The finale.

Spades sure as hell have a flare for dramatics. [ALL of them, actually. He's including himself in this, reluctantly, because honestly, this isn't too bad.]

[He wasn't even FOND of dragons, but that was impressive. He let out a high to low whistle, watching the ships go. Turning his head away from the blasts as they first go up. Glancing past his arm he shook his head.]

The others are goin' ta regret missin' this. Play your final, then lets get down in it. We don't want Ace to have all the fun in there.

No they won't. Nobody'll miss this.

[She claps her hands and points up at the sky, a blazing pen appearing above them. It began to write in enormous letters, bold and burning like a beacon for miles around.]

This is a call to all the free people who can see this, pirates, knaves, and troublemakers of any stripe. This Navy Base is now defenseless. The gates are down, the guns are gone, and the ships are sinking. Come take back any treasure that was stolen from you, free any of your fellows held in the dungeons, and plunder as you will. You'll find no real opposition, and plenty for the taking! Excuse the mess, though, I had to do some remodeling.

With love,

Chandra Nalaar of the Spade Pirates

[And below that there's a flaming pair of lips. Sealed with a kiss, of course.

Turning to Logan, she waves a hand.]

How's that read?

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[He watched it write out, then snorted, standing on the edge of the roof.]

Pushing it a bit with the name, but I like it. How longs it gonna last there? [he moved back up nearer to her and let both claws drop out, flexing his fingers as he did.]

So, you made a mess out here, lets go make a mess else where. My turn. [he said, walking backwards towards where they came up.]

How else will they know it's me? I gotta leave a calling card, and nobody here knows my sigil, so...name's gotta do.

[She smirks and walks over to the doorway back in, sounds of men running up the stairs coming loud and clear.]

And it'll last two, maybe three sunrises. Not sure exactly. But that should be enough.

In that case, good. [he rolled his neck as he walked back inside, hearing men running up the stairs.]

Heh. They took their damn time finding us. [He got a darker grin on his face. Heh. About time. Claws up he took a few more steps down ahead of her. She had her fun. It's his turn now. Keep taking, it's cool. He'll hear you.]

[The first two men who made it around to him jumped when they saw him there, six swords in his hands. A shot was fired, a clang as he flicked it away with a blade, and then leaned forward, hovering above them to yell. Just yell, a deep growl before he charged.]

[Don't worry about him. He'll meet you half way down the steps, bodies on the stairs (most of them alive... for now). Be careful of the blood, hmm?]

[Well it's good because she'd have blown half the building apart just for those two guys. Once the mana was there, it had to go somewhere...and she had leftovers. Holding off wasn't easy though, but fair is fair, and she follows, stepping over bodies.]

They sure did. It's like they wanted me to blow up their stuff.

[She steps on a bleeding man's chest, the heat radiating from her cauterizing his wound.]

You're really bad at this whole guarding thing...

[The man glares up through pained eyes, but doesn't reply.]

Hey Logan, you want those lightning claws again? Or something new?

[at the lower landing he had one man pinned to the wall, growling at him with a sneer. There was one man, cowering back, leg bleeding, and pistol shaking, pointed at Logan. By time Chandra got there, the troops coming up to investigate were down to there three men. One she was standing on. One shaking and holding the pistol. And the one Logan held.]

[His attention was on this one, strongly though.] This is one o' em... [he hissed as he heard the woman coming up calmly to them. The guy with the pistol turned it to her, shaking. He had three long gashes down his leg, and bleeding out. Pale. He wouldn't last long anyhow.]

[Logan's fist was in the mans gut, and blood was seeping through his navy uniform. He recognized his smell, and he knows what he did. He won't explain, but he's holding him there, in the wall, watchful]

I almost want to ask, if you can keep him alive like this. [snarled] So he remembers me.

One of who?

[She asks it by rote, curious but not really caring. It's not a big deal, if he recognizes them then...he recognizes them. The pistol-toting man's wavering hands keep shaking as Chandra steps closer, trying to warn her away. The only reaction is for her to blow him a kiss, a flaming surge of energy melting the weapon into slag.]

And I can, if you really want me to. I'd rather not waste the effort though.

Just someone I recognize. [He lifted up, blades in the mans middle, and cut a bit more.] Never got his name.

[then withdrew the blades, letting the blood drip from the claws. He glared at the man, watching him fade and close his eyes, before dropping him to the ground, slumped to the wall.]

It's alright. [he replied to the woman. Looking at the bleeding guy with the melted pistol, he flicked the bloody claw at him, cleaning the perfect blades as he moved.] That one there till know.

[and he ignored the man and moved on, glancing to the woman.] I think I should be good, for now, with just these. [a thanks, for the offer of improving them. Maybe another fight.]

[Chandra shrugs nonchalantly at the man who's standing there shaking, holding his melted gun with a confused stare. As she walks past, she pats the sailor's shoulder.]

You're lucky, little guppy. You just met two sharks who didn't even want to eat you.

[And on she goes after Logan, her arms changing shape as she moves. The scorched navy uniform she's wearing ripples slightly, the arms shredding as her fists change into stone, cracks of lava running like veins along them.

It's not a long walk to the bottom floor, either.]

Ready to dance, Logan?

[Coming down to the bottom floor, he could see where the exit was clear and people past were screaming, running. Chaos for those who could stand. Innocent party goers out there trying to leave. He was good with figuring out who to hit and not.]

[He gave the woman a dark grin.]

They're playin' our song.

[And yeah, those arms are impressive. He'll try not to get too close to that.] Let's open things up a bit more for people to get out.

[He said he'd work on reinforcements, so that was what he intended to do. Try not to get too carried away, beautiful.]

Yeah, sounds like a serenade just for us...

[She gives him her best grin and starts towards the center of the lobby, ignoring the screaming civilians all around. She was used to that, and she wasn't a murderer so all the people who didn't try and fight she was planning on leaving alone. A bold ensign came at her with a sword when she reached the center, but it shattered on her arm and he scrambled away when she wiggled a finger.]

Naughty, naughty.

[Her teasing demeanor gave way to rather intense focus though, and she held up her hands, gathering a raw burst of mana and letting it ripple outward to shatter windows, rip open doors, and pass harmlessly through living things.]

You may wanna cut open some new doors, too.

[As they came out into the Lobby it was clear people were scrambling to get out, dressed in wild costumes, while others in Navy uniform were pushing their way inside. Chaos. the shattering of windows and opening of doors helped to get people out, as well as in.]

My pleasure. [ Logan moved to a wall, drawing fists back and slashing through it, once, twice, a X in the wall. the last hit was his foot drawing back and punching through it. The breaking wall startled a few Navy men who were behind it.]

[One man drew two swords, had on a long captains coat and dressed slightly out of uniform. Someone important. Before he knew it his claws came up to block the clash of one sword, then dropped to stop the other. He was fast. Maybe he should have had those lightning claws. None the less, He started to push the man back, just outside the lobby, taking sword hits to the claws, and slashing at the man as he could. About time he found a good fighter around here.]

[Excuse him, he’s a bit busy. If you happen to notice and want to toss some powers on them claws, he won't mind one way or another. He’s going to be breaking those swords and taking the captains coat anyhow.]

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[Power surges down Chandra's arm and over to Logan, this time something new. He'll actually grow a few inches taller, his muscles bulging out. It's less an enhancement and more actual growth.

She herself busies herself with blowing open more holes in walls, giving people escape routes and offering the chance to leave. Most of the navy men steer clear of her, terrified of the blazing power she holds around her. For now, at least...they're more focused on Logan.]

[Well, that was... odd. He's not sure he likes it, but it does help. What doesn't help is that while fighting the guy with the swords, he's gone into a bit of a berserk mode. Mowing down anyone else who got too close. He's loud, he's angry, and he's fighting this ranked guy with power.]

[Isn't it nice to have this big neanderthal around once in a while? You know, for distraction. Sorry dear, leaving you to open up doors. Logan is going to make a mess of anyone who is dumb enough to come at him.]

[Those two guys that just skidded across the floor to her feet? They got thrown there from outside. Neither of them awake anymore, but alive.]

[The man with the swords? He's a damn good fight. A challenge he likes. Though it reminds him of Japan. Of the battle at her home. Taking out that jack ass was hard but manageable. There was a trick that let him get closer in that fight...]

[This was different. Two swords. Sabers it seemed. But like the other battle, this had the same trick. With a spin slash he broke one sword in half, the other coming right in for his chest. The two paused as the sword sank in, deep into his chest and out his back. There goes the costume. Blood seeped through and he growled, grinning up at him like this.]

That tickled. [His grin was sharp, manic. He started pushing forward on the sword, getting in real close and shoving two sets of claws into the startled mans chest, returning the feel.] How's it for you?

[He huffed, and as the man slumped, his claws retracted. The man dropped and he stood there, panting, sword sticking out of him still. Reaching for it he pulled it out with a sharp long, low growl, and threw it to the side. Several men stopped in their tracks, watching him like he was a demon. Bending down he grabbed up the swordsmen Navy coat and swung it around. He didn't care if he got blood on it. This was his trophy.]

[Someone got the idea that a pistol was the idea and shot at him and missed. He was taking a moment to regenerate. Sadly it was... slower. Much slower. The bleeding hadn't even stopped yet. Crap. Another shot came through and he growled, looking for a new target.]

[He'd lost track of Chandra.]

[Losing track of her is pretty hard, given the sheer chaos that she's bringing with her. Using the rubble from buildings, she's created golems, fusing them together with magmatic cores. The creatures bellow out a challenge and barrel into the soldiers rushing to them with the speed and force of a wrecking ball.

Men go flying, bones shattering and weapons clattering to the ground.

The pyromancer herself is more than content to watch and lob fireballs at the enemy that manages to get around the monsters she's created. It's not really much fighting, it's more a slaughter really, but she's beginning to move towards the ruined gates. Logan can either follow along or go towards the main fighting. Either way, Chandra's heading to make more havoc.]

Masquerade Ball - Totally not an ambush

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