Dariq knew what was to come "You, with the rifle, can ya get rid of the last mooring rope!" He hollered, holstering his gun and holding his blade close to the balloon, ready to cut into it the second that last rope was cut. "Everyone else... Hold on ta summat!" he yelled as a sudden gust of wind caused him to fall back halfway down the rigging. "Ay, I dinnae 'av the tim'" He muttered clambering back up as his gun smashed into the railing and bounced off down into the deep depths below. Hailing himself up he got back up to height and lifted his sword again. "Hold 'an!" he shouted as he cut a huge gash into a section of the balloon causing a sudden 'exhale' from it as it emptied most of its contents immediately, causing Dariq to loose his footing. As luck would have it he tangled his foot in the rigging and was mercy to the ship as it suddenly plummeted..