Well this had gotten rather bloody fast.. Was it something he had said? Probably. One second: Lovely conversation with Mister Bohg. The next? Maithien found the insides of the man's skull splattering all over his jacket. Timed seemed to slow for him after the initial burst of brain matter. Some unknown force grabbed him bye the neck of his shirt and dragged him away like a child. [i]Like I don't know my way around a swo-..[/i] Oh, it was that elf lass, Elani. [i]Alright, I guess she is just trying to protect me.....I don't think she ever game me back her papers.[/i] Maithien remembered. He had a hard time distinguishing what all happened next. More people died, he knew that. He didn't think it was any of his. People were yelling a lot too, lots of yelling. [i]I think one of those voices was Dariq.[/i]

"Sah! You cant expect me to kill 'em all, even wit' the help o' dis lot!" Oh yeah, that was a pretty good point. The group was fairly outnumbered. And even if some of these people had claimed to be the world's greatest swordsman or marksman Maithien had trouble trusting those statements. "Well it was you and that Katewyn girl that attacked first without my order! You shot their leader! You know I could've talked myself out of that ya idiot!" He yelled back, slightly annoyed at the predicament he now found himself in. For his small band of..... He hadn't counted.. Nine? Sure, nine. For his small band of nine there were around fifteen men still alive from the initial ambush. And that wasn't even taking into account the fact that some of his new crew looked like they didn't have the first idea how to fight. [i]Right then, retreat it is.[/i]

"Dariq! Prove to me why I keep paying you and get this ship out of the dock! Everyone else keep fighting or help Dariq!" At this Maithien grabbed his sidearm from its holster, took cover, and began firing.