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There he was.

Who he was, was a complete mystery. But as Ryugi ducked behind a box, around a crate, and popped out, there he was, his silhouette cutting carved in the moonlight as his form dove from a nearby rooftop and jetted forward. His long black coat billowing in the wind, and his left hand resting atop his head to hold his wide brimmed hat in place, but allowing his long slick black locks to blow freely in the wind.

With a twin set of "clops" his boots gracefully touched down on the surface of the dock. He immediately bent at the knee, entering a slight crouch with his right hand resting on the docks wooden surface, and his left hand cast behind him in the air. And of course, as a strong sense of showmanship would have it, he landed about 6ft in front of Ryugi, he would stand placing a leather boot firmly on the nearest crate. And his hands on his hips.

And just where do you think your going!

He said in an almost heroic tone, to the approaching Dragon, almost entirely blowing stealth out the window. That is if the orcs could hear over their own war songs.

He cocked his head back, revealing a young face in its mid to early twenties. The wind blew to the side, spreading open his coat showing off his fluffy shirt, un-buttoned to about the middle of his torso with a decent bit of manly chest chair on his burly chest. What he lacked however was magic, nothing on him seemed to be anything other than mundane! While the ship on the other hand seemed to be bristling with magical cargo!

Boy...

He said, extending his right arm outwards in the dragons path, brandishing a long silver rapier which glimmered in the moonlight. His powerful voice projecting down the dock.

...you've got a lot to learn about swashing a buckle!

His sworded whipped through the air and into a nearby pole slicing a rope.

Now learn from a master!

And he was off! With that cut he sliced a rope used to lift and tow boxes and swung gracefully through the air deflecting a few arrows as he made his way aboard the ship and was immediately lost in the crowd and combat. There was no way that one human, no matter how manly could do it all by himself.

And thanks to his interuption, by the time Ryugi reached the boat, it had pulled in.

And an answer would come to him, quite literally. It came in the form of a black, a plank used for disembarking, was wildly tossed by one of the orcs straight at the dock, coming to a thundering stop as dried and splintered wood crashed into the docking giving the orcs an exit point. The singing had come to a halt, and Ryugi would be able to hear the sounds of "Hooha! Ya! And Ha-ha!"'s that came from the main deck of the ship, from a deep heroic human voice.

Immediately five 8ft muscular orcs shoved past each other descending on Ryugi. Each brandished a rather obnoxiously sized battle axe at their backs, and a hand axe in their grasp. The first of the five, without hesitation brought his battle axe around and down for a crushing blow, attempting to cleave the dragon in twain!

Ryugi would find success in all of its forms. The first orc's attack was deflected and he was immediately cleaved in twain. Though orcs are thick and tough creatures, the four other orcs would find themselves sent careening back into the hull of the ship, splintering some of the wood as they tried their best to catch on to the ship and failed, falling into the water.

Of course this left the question of how Ryugi would board the ship itself.

Normally seawater is not dangerous at all. And this sea water was no different, the difference was the boat. These were orcs, at best they were dumb, at worst they were useless. The boat was at the dock, but it hadnt stopped! It aimed to perform an average orcish landing, which involved an ungodly amount of collateral damage as the large sailboat aimed to slam clean into the dock!

Orcs never really believed in decorations. They're more a simple species, the rope tied very firmly securing around the pointed figurehead, which was literally body skewered on a spike. And as the full weight of the ship was brought to bear, the spike simply snapped clean off, soaring up and over and impaling one orc, while smack another across the gut and sending him overboard.

Then came the crashing. Wood splintering in all directions as the bow of the ship impacted the wooden dock and drove inland sending planks of wood flying in either direction and making a rather violet storm of wreckage and debris before the boat finally parked itself.

Aiiiyeeeeeeeee!

The shrill cry of an orc sent soaring off the crows nest and into the water below, echoed outwards, immediately followed by a rather heroic voice.

Come on boy! Your supposed to be fighting them! Not the ship!

He cried out, as he dove from the crows nest riding down the mast like a fireman down the pole and back into the thick of combat. A small jib between heroes one might suppose. But one question remained, if there was magic on the boat...why were the orcs only using axes?

On.

And it was less of an area, and more of an orc. Because in all of its foolishness, it had tripped on the way up the stairs and was now Ryugi's stepping post.

Ggggrraaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!

Something it much protested. Powerful piston like arms immediately shoving it off the ground and likely launching Ryugi straight up into the air, or like a lever sending him into the mosh pit type battle that the dark clad swashbuckler was now involved in. Which of the above relied entirely on Ryugi's sense of agility, and general nibleness.

He would however be able to see the dark clan MAN slashing his way through a crowd of orcs. And with his rather supernatural sense he might also see that the orcs...were not going down. His rapier simply did not have the sort of strength needed for such a thing. Orcs were felled, then fell, and were immediately trampled on, only to stand and fall over each other, back into the heat of battle.

Of course being a Master, he believed he was entirely successful. These same moves had felled dozens of other pirate crews after all.

Ryugi's sword was a success. He kicked on orc, into the orc in front of it, and so forth until about six fell like dominoes with the last one falling clean over the edge of the ship and into the water. It was then that it might hit him...the orcs that fell off the boat, into relatively shallow sea water had still not reached back atop the boat. That made no sense, even if they couldnt swim, they could at least wade, but they did neither! He might recollect the fact that while floating overhead a moment ago, he would have seen nothing of those poor fallen orcs.

Ha! Good one!

The swashbuckler shouted back, taking just a moment, as he impaled an orc to step on his blade, and then onto its shoulder. Kick and orc behind it, looping around its shoulders to grab his sword and slash a orc coming from the opposite direct across the gullet.

Of course theres magic boy! Thats the treasure!

That was all good and well. It was that last part that got him. He was practically dancing though orc guts, how could the kid say that?! Of course he was being effective! At least in his own mind at least.

What?!

He said, stopping in place immediately turning to face Ryugi. His first, and biggest mistake, as the orc he had just disemboweled fell, his heavy hand dragging an axe downwards toward the swashbucklers face.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!

Ryugi's vision would be cut off by an orc charging him head on as a scream of agony filled the air, immediately followed by the fresh smell of human blood.