A Fire in the Sky

[Jaks Flagner]

He watched the fireballs connect with his ship. Jaks at that moment felt himself be consumed by drunken anger. "You Fucker! I'm right fucking here you fucking fuck! Don't aim at my fucking ship!" He charged the the drow. His sword extended in front of him. He unfortunately trips and slides along his face for more than a couple feet.

[Arratar Tsagarae]

Aratar sighed and trained her guns on where the man landed. "Kelongyr, this silly boy, do you think he is of any value to anyone?" of course she imagined holding the boy prisoner, her crew glaring down at him venomously, though their captain smiled..venomously. Wild ones, were like pets to her, that could either be tamed or ransomed off.

[Kelongyr]

Kelongyr had braced himself for the charge... but sighed as Jaks tripped. His voice no less venomous than his Captain's smile, or the crew's glare, though the words were, once more, in Drow. "A bumbling fool of a boy... Drunk on a raid... If he has value to anyone, woe be to them. I say throw him overboard, see if a bird, plucked of feathers, can fly." His hatred of humans was only surpassed by his hatred of incompetence.

[Jaks Flagner]

To be honest, Jaks drank too much for anyone's good. He could always be found in a bottle. Though if he were to stop, god knows what would happen. The last time he was forced to stop and get sober he had killed 3 men 4 women and a little girl named Sarah. He got blackouts when he stopped drinking, and he was afraid of this darkness.

Jaks got up slowly, stopping only when he reached the squating position, he closed the first and biggest valve on his clockwork styled leg. He got up again and walked more casually towards the drow. His sword was still drawn with and with a smirk across his face he smashed his now empty liqour bottle against his metal leg. He wielded tge broken bottle in his left hand like a knife.
"Heathen heart" he sang quietly to himself as he felt his heartrate increase "Northern nights" he sung to himself again even though it wasn't night time and he was pretty sure he wasn't to particularly north. "Sword by side" escaped his lips as twirled it in a small circle. He looked up at the drow who was more or less in front of him. "Ello lovely" he said with his worst possible old english accent

[Arratar Tsagarae]

Aratar sigehd and lowered one gun to fire at the man's feet. "I wonder, can you dance with one real foot?" she smirked. " I may allow you to live though, regardless. I could use a slave." the woman's smile suddenly became somehow more sinister. "I would rather rob him of what shred of dignity he may still have."

[Kelongyr]

Kelongyr moved with liquid grace until he was positioned behind the gimpy human. In the spidery drow language: "I think we should burn his ship to ashes. What little dignity this human has must surely be in that little dinghy." His hands begin to crackle with a deep red colored electricity.

[Jaks Flagner]

Jaks felt a twitch. Maybe it was the bullet fired by the drow, or the drow behind him. Perhaps it was the loss of hope that he felt. No, he looked at the female drow, ignoring the enemy behind him. He felt his emotions grow numb with the exceptions of extreme depression and rage as the flash backs came. For a moment he stumbled to his knees. When he regained his thought he felt the rage turn his Vision red . He looked up and saw this woman, no this enemy, threaten to make him a slave. His dignity was something he gave up a long time ago, but he refused to give his freedom. He let out a bloodcurlding battle cry and rushed tge female drow. About 7 ft before he reached her he let his leg spring fly. The steam coupled with the spring and threw his frame about 4 feet upwards. He came down with his sword aimed for the drow's body.

[Arratar Tsagarae]

Arratar just laughed. "Angry angry boy!" she holster one gun, holding the other aloft in her left hand, using her right she would attempt to slow the rate at which the blade came down, not Jaks in his entirety though, wanting the pommel of his sword to jam back into the boy and stall him while she took proper aim. "Want to die then?'

[Kelongyr]

The small dark man, tensed, then relaxed for a split second. The spidery language of the drow once more spewing from his lips. >"Captain? He may be of some use. Even with that small vessel."< He turns to look at the ship. >"Small, fast, hardly noticeable. Possibly suited for quick skirmishes."< His turns those mirrored sunglasses to Arratar, and shrugs. >"A human body that lives draws more fire than one that doesn't twitch."< He had his rare moments, when he chose wisdom over death. "Waste not a resource." The final sentence was said in English.


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