Jericho called down as the rest of the crew was forming on deck, even Madman John. The numbers were shaping up a bit nicer from the vantage point Jericho had on the mast, not to mention it was a hell of a spectacle to behold. Still, Jericho sighed with a breath of acceptance as he turned a look over to Sincaid.
"Damn with freezing my bits off up here. If the bastards mean to brawl, we've got the muscle."
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"And I'm not letting Redcap ration off my drink."
Taking hold of a few tying lines, Jericho began his descent down from the mast, and towards the horde below. It wasn't the smartest choice of the night. In fact, the monsters were pretty intent to meet him halfway. Once again, a beast was ripping into the wood and clawing its way up. Just as it extended its razours hands, Jericho dropped. Releasing the rope, the rigger fell towards the monster from halfmast and knocked it loose.
Both bodies began hurtling down, the end result being Jericho smashing the creature under his heels against the solid deck with a sickening stomp. Jericho's legs buckled from under him as he hit the ground, but the monster suffered a worse fate; its head caving in under heel with a sickening noise and a comical squirt of...whatever these things are made of. Mostly blood, it looked. Stained from the knees down from the splatter, Jericho pulled himself back to his feet, glancing about with a grin.