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Steel on Iron smacked to and fro, and with each clang seemed to make a different note,. It sounded to her like a metalic lulaby. Her ears could hear nothing, but the music of the swords. Glancing around, she noticed that Ranu wasw indeed in trouble, but she had her own problems. SHe looked for Ayra, but she wasn't in her view. The grimy man whose sword that made melody seemed to weaken, but so had she. The soft tune reminded her of before momories...like she heard it before...Sudenly, all came to her, the sounds, the roars of triumphant sailors and the last gugling sputter of those not so lucky. Her arms suddenly felt heavey, and slower too. He hit a mark on her stonmach, though it was a weak one. She running out of stanima.

Suddenly, Accio saw Arya, the saw her swiped overboard. SHe curesed under her breath. Her arms felt like lead, so hard to move, unable to be swift anymore. Her hand that clutched her sword was numb. The heavy lead feeling seemed to grow up her arms into her back. This guy she was agianst was as well getting tired, Suddenly he fell over, overwhelmed by exaustion. She tempted to as well, but instead she carved the stoned guy a new mouth under his chin, and she went over to the rail, and rested for a minuet. Glancing down, she noticed Arya Climbing up the side of the bow. Accios cheast was heaving, but she gained enough streangth to stagger over and try to help.

Leaping nimbly over the rail, Arya grinned at Accio. "You're alright then. I was beginning to worry." Her smile faded slightly and she frowned, scanning the ship. "Where's Richard?"

Richard stared faintly at the scene around him. He could feel his heart slowing down. It was scary yet also quite exciting. How many people got to die so slowly they felt every moment?
He coldn't lie around though. His ship seemed to be winning but there seemed to be trouble at the rear of the ship. Gathering what he could, he tried again to stand, covered from head to toe in blood from several people, mostly his own covered his lower half. He shook as he stood, swaying on the ship. His usual balance was gone and he staggered openly. The sword was still stick into his side and Richard got the impression it kept him alive. He shouldn't be able to move but the thought that Ayra and Accio may be in danger had struck him. They were his only friends and to be sitting around as the fought and possibly died would not rest easy on him. A hand went to his neck and clutched the cross and chain lovingly. For a few moments he felt himself steady. Sword hanging losely from his hand, he struggled to walk forwards, almost falling.

Looking up from her own sitting positon, she noticed Richard wasn't doing so well. "Oh hell no," She paused. "The idiot." She sprang up and followed Arya, sprinting as fast as she could but favoring her right leg. It looked like a clumbsy crippled run. Seriously. It did.

Arya got to Richard just after he fell. He looked awful. "Richard?" She asked, more calmly than she felt, kneeling beside him. She looked over him quickly, but although he appeared to have been hit over the head, there was nothing serious except the sword through his chest, though that looked enough to kill him. "Richard, can you hear me?"

[So did you. He's Richard. xd ]

Richard stared up at Ayra blankly before answering in a small voice, "Oh, I'm fine. Just wanted to.." He broke off and coughed, shuddering in pain, "see how it felt."

Richard didn't make a comment about how his (possibly) last joke had gone down without a single chuckle as he fought to his feet again. He swayed, spitting more blood but remainign standing as his head spun.