((Ugh. Inactivity is killing me. -goes to complete other story arc- ))
((Dirk, I'll come back another time when you're less... busy.))
More rocking, as the ship was landed a heavy blow, yet why would it be rocking so much if it had taken damage as intended? Surely the energy from the blast had been distributed as damage, unless the massive hull of the ship had deflected the blast and transferred damaging energy into motion. To Wolf, motion was worse than damage.
This was why Wolf had never appreciated high-seas sailing. Rocking ships never suited one who had never truly gained her sea-legs. On a boat, she was much more of an incompetant, clumsy fighter than the titles of old had named her for. Then again, she had never recalled fighting aboard a ship, except for when the Beowulf had been in port and Raven Cect had showed himself. Practice made perfect, and of course she had neither the time nor energy to waste fighting on a moving platform.
Slowly, a head covered in silver hair peeked out from the Crow's nest and looked down. It seemed that most shots had missed.
Thunk
Of course a stray bullet every now and then had gone at a 70 degree up through the Crow's nest and narrowly missed hitting the puzzled Wolf, who had pieced together from obvious clues that wherever she was, she was in a battle zone.
It was then that Raven made his debut.
[******** Dominic and his ******** devices. Where the HELL am I?"
((An IF part. Considering Dirk may just call you on pushing your ship into his with no chance of retalliation or dodging first))
Of course as soon as ship met ship in a sort of twisted union that, in Raven's own words, was hot enough to melt and twist the inner workings of the ship, his own ship would most likely be caught in the mass of debris, sealing shut the hole that itself had created, leaving only the smaller one to work with. Why Raven would be going on a ******** suicidal mission, even the woman atop the main mast didn't know. All she could figure was that he would be floating for a few days before hitting land, she could already tell that much from the scent on the wind. The air told her of no land within at least 30 miles. Of course Wolf had nothing to worry about involving the command housing that was flying through the air. She had already fallen out of the Crow's nest upon initial impact of the fishing boat. To slow down impact speed and get rid of excess energy as she fell (as well as to make sure she landed upright and not on her back or face) she leaned forward, pulling herself into a mid-air flip, and landed upon the upper deck of the ship, legs moving with the initial impact to take the force of the landing. In other words, by the time she was completely on the ground, she was in a crouch.
((20 Minutes Raven. Not Ten. A fishing boat, even one rigged with explosives, is not going to take out a large ship like the Beowulf as fast as you think.))
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((Second Part of the IF statement, if Dirk decides it didn't affect the ship.))
More rocking. Wolf was getting sick of all this crap. With no idea what in Hell was going on, or where she was, she felt no need to stay up in the Crow's Nest. The rocking was just worse up here anyways. It was then that she pushed from the flooring of the Nest to the side of it, and extended her legs completely, jumping to mid-air. To slow down impact speed and get rid of excess energy so she didn't become deck spin-art, she she leaned forward, pulled herseld into a flip, and landed on the upper deck of the ship, legs moving with the initial impact to take the force of the landing. In other words, by the time she was completely on the ground, she was in a crouch.
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(( Either way, same results below. ))
There was no point in staying to watch a battle, and possibly get killed for no reason. She did not know these people, though she certainly had a few questions for the Dirk look-alike. Probably as many as he had for her, as to her change in appearance. Back then, she had not looked as young as she did now, though the silver hair might have been enough to throw off that trail, it only raised more questions as to why it had changed. The color looked too natural to be dye.
Looking over the edge of the ship in disdain, she climbed the railing and pushed off, hands over head into a perfect dive form, and entered the water with barely a splash. Between the time she had been on the Beowulf, and the time she had spent guarding the Cemetary of the Empires, she had taught herself to swim, and of course, as a demon, her energy would deplete slower than a mortal being's, for she had more to store, and thus could make it to shore within a day or two without fear of drowning. That was, if she did not make the mistake of overexherting herself, and she most likely wouldn't. It would also be a while before they saw her head pop up in the distance to get air, and swim the rest of the way on the top of the waters.
(( Have fun Dirk. XD ))
