[h2]Rin/Sakuya[/h2]
Sakuya immediately ran towards the cannon, half as an excuse to run away from Winter. Running towards the cannons, she first inspected the barrel, before muttering to herself, "Rin knows how to maintain these better than me, but I think they're alright for now." Quickly following Taran's example, she started loading the cannons, although she was forced to move slowly due to the weight of the cannonballs.

Meanwhile Rin was just about reached the dock. However, instead of running up the dock to get onboard the ship, she used the empty handcannon to pole vault, hitting the deck with a roll. Quickly standing up, she walked towards the cabin, before peering around the corner. So far, coast was clear. Walking down the hallway, she kept carefully peering around corners and doors, until she finally found the one she was supposed to avoid. Winter.

The moment she set eyes on her, Rin turned around, and immediately sprinted in the opposite direction.
[h2]Shiyami[/h2]
"P-please! I'll give you money! Spare me!" insistent begging could be heard in an alleyway, as one could see one of the men from the bar cowering on the ground, covered in bruises and scratches. To his rear was a wall, and too his front was a casually dressed figure, seemingly almost a local. However, he was definitely no ordinary person, evident by the trail of bodies of the man's companions.

"So, you couldn't even stop a bunch of pirates, even with superior numbers..." The standing one said, his voice containing nothing but coldness, his eyes nothing but a glacier. Worn on his hands were two customized knuckle dusters. Raising on of them, he slammed he fist into the face of the cowering man, crushing his head against the wall behind.

Standing up straight again, blood coating his fist and dripping down his arm, Shiyami didn't even flinch, as he heard another voice behind him. "Even if he did fail, that was a little brutal, don't you think?" Shiyami turned around with a sigh, shaking his hand off most of the blood. "He was useless, and a detriment to our contract." With such cold and empty words, he started to walk back towards the street, his 'observer' waiting at the exit.

"Such brutal methods, befitting of the name Reaper. Or perhaps that other name is more fitting? Isn't that right, Immortal Vam-" Thought the other man was somewhat casually speaking, he immediately stopped talking as a fist slammed into the wall two inches from his head. "I don't care if you're an observer for the government sent to supervise me. Mention that name again, and you'll be meeting him on the other side." Words almost growled at him, the observer just stood their in silence, before Shiyami pulled back his fist and continued to walk away, hands stuffed in pockets, hiding the brutal weapons from plain sight.

"Such volatility." Muttering these words, his observer followed after his mark.