Malakaus smirked as the captain dispatched the others with ease. She had more grace than he did, but he liked to think that this was all made possible thanks to his contributions. But no time to boast now, there was one more room to clear; the store room. That's where all the goods were at, as well as the armory. The captain ordered him to take point, which he smiled menacingly about. [b]"With pleasure, Captain!"[/b] Wiping the blood off his blade Malakaus walked over to the door. He didn't even bother to open it convetionally; he placed one foot on it, gathered his breath, and knocked it down with his body weight.

Inside was at least ten of the crewmen. Not trained guards, just the crewmen who got themselves armed. They all were wearing light imperial armor and had swords or daggers at their waists. What was a bit more troublesome, however, was that they all had bows trained on the door. It might have been a problem were it anyone else but Malakaus. With his shield in front, he charged strait on in towards the closes archer. All of them let loose a volley of arrows, but those that didn't miss his Malakaus's shield harmlessly. Before they could notch another arrow Malakaus already ran over two of the ten archers, impaling one on the spikes of his shield, the second he trampled to death as he ran over the poor fellow. HE than slammed into the hull of the ship, taking over behind some crates. The other crewmen were in a bit of disarray now; they saw the orc coming crashing in and wanted to take him out ASAP, but they could not take their eyes off of the entrance in the event more pirates filled in. Some tried to rectify this solution by alternating, but their shaky, inexperienced hands made it all the more difficult for them to make a clear shot. Worse still was that Malakaus wasn't finished fighting.

Putting away his shield the orc took out another weapon of his; his repeating crossbow. Perhaps the only one of it's existence, and these sailors were about to have the honor of being the first to die by it. Inserting a box into the weapon, Malakaus popped out of the corner and took aim. He pulled the trigger, sending one arrow into the shoulder of an archer who fell to the ground screaming. Pumping the hand-grip underneath the weapon, Malakaus loaded a new bolt and pulled back the string in one motion. He fired and reloaded twice, hitting two more sailors, leaving five scrambling around to cover. When one arrow bounced off his helmet, Malakaus took cover and awaited for his allies to make their move.