Snippet #1556774

Cyrille screamed as the ship was knocked over yet again and a wave temporarily drowned it within the torrents. Water flooded her senses as the rocking assaulted and disoriented her. Her only lifeline was the mast she kept a deathly grip on. In the moments where she could actually see however she noticed the summoner boy being swept away in the waters. Cyrille coughed and spluttered as she tried to cry out to him but, as if out of nowhere, the situation suddenly became much worse for wear.

The moonlit sky seemed to darken as dozens of dark shapes covered it in a hell storm of black missile like objects showered upon the deck of the ship and the waters surrounding it. Cyrille marveled as the dark shapes slowly unfurled, revealing dark glowing blue creatures that heavily massive insects. The few members of the ship that was able to fight started to combat the beings as the civilians ran back inside the depths of the ship. Almost every member of the small group Cyrille had accompanied started to fight off the creatures but the offensive capabilities were nearly cut in half; the summoner was currently drowned somewhere, the blond haired boy had dived in after him and Cyrille was pathetically clinging to the mast.

Cyrille began to fumble about as she searched for something on her person that could help; she never carried weapons as the others seemed to have but she knew if she didn’t help some people might actually get hurt. Suddenly she had remembered something she had stashed away. Reaching behind her back she started to unfasten a long pouch tied to her shorts. What came out were two forearm length silver-steel spanners with a massive fist sized weight resting at the end; Cyrille had taken out two, very large, wrenches.

With a touch of courage she pulled away from the mast and began to combat the small beasts terrorizing the deck.