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Richard glared coldly at the soldier as he advanced on him. As the soldier suddenly swung wildly at him, Richard ducked back, then slammed his blade into the mans foot. As his head tilted back with a yell of Anger, Richard forced the blade to move, using his physical and mental strength to make the blade move up the mans leg and into his chest. Pulling his sword back, Richard panted lightly and was made to pay for that faiquie by being smashed around the head by a plank of wood. The pirate fell to his knees, stars splashing over his vision.

Three of the new sailors tried to rush her, assuming that it would improve their chances of winning. She shot a burst of flame at the one on the left - her open side - then attacked the one in the centre, trusting that they would get in each other's way sufficiently to give her an advantage.

She grined a thanks. Taking the random warhammer she found ((Thinking, I'm going to keep this)) She attacked another man thistime smashing his right arm into the deck, crunching it into bits. He howled in pain, and she dully kicked him off board.

[What is it with you and hitting peoples groins?!]

Richard picked his sword back up, turning quickly to see targets. One in a fancy hat lurked by a chest on the forecastle, kneeling as if to avoid notice. Richard tilted his head slightly at this, running towards the man as quick as the gore filled decks would allow. He almost made it before slipping in a pool of a dying crewmembers blood and fell to the ground.
The man in the fancy hat leapt out at him, slicing down at Richard with his sword. Richard rolled to the side and stood, hatless. He spared a quick glance and noted his hat was on the others sword. "Oh. You're dead." He said lowly. The man swung his sword towards Richard, who struggled to block, stunned by the speed. He moved back a few steps, then swung his blade upwards quickly at the man who blocked it himself. This guy was trained, which made his unwillingness to fight all the more unusual. The male stabbed forwards at Richard, who leapt back, swiping his sword frantically to block. Caught against the guard rail, he was unable to stop the mocking swipe to his face that sliced his cheek open.
Eyeing the sword warily, Richard could see only way to win this fight, but it would wound him. Possibly mortally. Watching the male stab behind him and calmly kill another member of the crew, he felt the fury that would allow him to do this. The male turned his sword back and stabbed forwards at Richard, who sidestepped slightly, thrusting into the man as the blade pierced his side. Richard felt himself shake as the blood rushed from the wound in his side. His own sword had lodged in the others heart. He fell backwards and Richard dropped to his knees. He could feel his heart struggle to keep going while his eyes swam. He reached out blankly, gripping his hat and felt a shudder pass through his body.

((Sorry! It's training! First target should always be the groin. It's relatively easy to hit accurately and causes excruciating pain.))

The ranks of the enemy were thinning but even so Arya felt horribly vulnerable without a weapon. Seeing her unarmed, several of the remaining sailors tried to rush her and she was close to being cornered. Deciding that her death would not help her crewmates, she didn't bother trying to defend the ship without one, instead sprinting along the deck towards the bow of the ship, closely followed by the sailors.

((I'm not going to kick you. rolleyes lol ))

((-moves next comment to OOC in case Russian returns to kill her- ( lol ) ))