It was between a bothersome groan and a horrified shriek that Serena had her first doubts about poking around in some dank area filled with mutant rats and potential cannibal ex-criminals, thoughts swaying between âSeriously?!â and âOh fuck, theyâre âbout to invite us over as dinner!â. At that point she really did regret not taking that swordfighting curriculum while aboard the Passionate Jellyfish; A ship perhaps best described by the rumour that the captain had some weird misconceptions about what âspicing up your sex lifeâ meant. Needless to say, one day he was found dead. Buttnaked at the coast cuddling a stingray.
Yeah, try explaining that to the missus of the house without cracking a smile.
Right, enough reminiscing of past weird adventures. The pirate felt⊠relatively useless in the grand scheme of things, with Raven carrying an arsenal of vials that went boom in a variety of ways, Blondie being - well, an Elf with a bow, and their latest friend showing great finesse and a right hook that screamed broken jaws. And Serena? The only pirate who apparently didnât own a set of flintlocks and cutlasses. What were the odds, huh?
âHavenât got any invisibility potions, do you love?â Confidence was lacking, and Serena didnât really think the alchemist had anything the like on her at present - If even such a drink existed in the first place.
Bang!
That worked fine, too.
The flashbang had set off a chain reaction that had every other creepy bandit crawl out of the woodwork (or stonework, in this case) to charge the four-and-a-half sized gang. And for once Serena wasnât the one to grin in the face of danger.
âBoy. The fun just doesnât end, huh?â Sarcasm dripping through frustration and gritted teeth.
Several of the creatures gathered into pairs. One brandishing a shield, the other armed with a crude stick that wouldâve made a poor spear in any sane personâs judgement. Despite their rabbid nature there was enough intelligence left to form a strategy, if flimsy. One pair charged at the monk, while the other broke through and ran straight at herself and the Elf who was still in the middle of taking another crack shot with her bow.
Wilthroâs eyes flickered for a moment, taking note of the situation that had unfolded while in his seemingly dazed state and decided that acting as the passive torch wasnât going to help the situation in any direction. He let out a âCooâ and then charged; eyes turning to face the spear-wielding lunatic and flashing their bright light.