Braer lunges at the man in front of him. His enemy attempts to parry the flashing blade, but Braer's rapier snakes around the man's sword and plunges into his chest just below the breastbone. As Braer steps back and lets the man slide off his sword, though the man's head is wrapped with a black cloth, Braer can see the fellow's eyes are wide with surprise. As the man falls, his companion standing directly behind him, whom Braer had not seen before, lunges across the fallen man's body. Braer attempts to slam the door in the attacker's face, but the man's blade flashes across Braer's arm, opening a gash from wrist to shoulder, slicing across his collar bone, and just nicking his throat. Blood pours from the huge wound, soaking the deck planks. Braer stumbles back, a feeling of light-headedness creeping up on him.
Back in Colmarr's cabin, Troth grabs his rapier and hurries back out into the corridor in time to catch Braer from behind as he stumbles backwards. He sees a figure in black lying in the doorway, and another standing framed by the night, a wicked looking rapier gleaming wetly in the moonlight.
Grondar rushes around the corner, almost colliding with the two men in front of him already crowding the corridor. Troth hands Braer back to Grondar and advances on the figure in black. The planks here are slick with blood, and a dead man's body lies between them.
Below in the hold, Denther is hurridly pulling on his armor.
On deck, the man whom N'un T'Chauck had earlier harpooned attempts to pull the barbed shaft from his body. He gently eases it from the wound, quickly placing his hand over his side to stem the flow of blood.
Mag let's fly with his slingstone at the man towering over N'un T'Chauck. The stone flies well and true, crashing into the man's left cheekbone. Even at his distance, Magyar can hear the snap of delicate bones crunching. The pirate appears spitting mad as he draws his rapier, preparing to stab the big barbarian at his feet, his eyes already seeking out the man with the sling. A half second later, Colmarr's bolt blossoms between the man's ribs, high on his right side. The man stumbles back against the railing of the ship, his left hand clutching the shaft where it enters his chest.
N'un T'Chauck gains his feet quickly, his obsidian dagger coming into his hand. One enemy is on the rails clutching at the crossbow bolt protruding from his chest, the other is on his knees attempting to keep his intestines in.
Colmarr scans the ship for enemies. There is one man left standing in the bow. A rucuss aft draws his attention to the cabin. He sees a body lying in the doorway and another black clad shape with a drawn sword preparing to enter the cabin. Where had those two come from? By the looks of things, those inside the cabin were giving a good accounting of themselves.
Back at the bow, the third enemy has arrived just in time to see his fellow take a sling stone to the head and an arrow to the chest. He spares his fallen comrades only a short glance before he turns around and fairly dives back over the railing. He can be heard scrambling and bumping his way down the side of the hull, probably with the aid of a rope. He is on the port side of the ship, facing away from the shore where the warning call first arose.
Between the shore and the ship the fog has grown thicker so that the line of the shore can no longer be discerned.
[sblock=OOC]N'un T'Chauck, you still have the opportunity to act, since those near you are all severely wounded and you may want to change your earlier stated action. Troth, you also have the opportunity to make a strike or wait for your opponent. Grondar will be behind you, though there is only room for one of you to fight.[/sblock]
