As Nataly looked up across the deck, she saw the sturdy body of the Ironworker dashing towards the railing while carrying a shield of unknown origin. [i]How is she...where did she...do I care?[/i] Vana landed with a thud next to her on the railing, bracing herself with her legs, shield held high as another harpy slammed unsuccessfully into it.

[b]"Go! I'll cover you, get down the stairs and hold the ice!"[/b]

Another crash of stone on wood near the two of them was enough to convince Nataly she was not going to survive by huddling against the railing any longer. She nodded at the Ironworker and mentally got ready to count down. [i]OK...OK...1...[/i]

"Go!"

Vana took off for the hatch where a couple of the other mages still stood and Nataly did her best to try and keep up. It was clear that Vana was going to have to slow down to adjust for the pace of the Hydromancer, and she was, but still Nataly struggled. The sound and feel of fiery chunks and shadowy blasts raining down upon them was tough to overcome, but she tried. She almost stumbled to the hatch, into the waiting arms or the Commander and couple of the others, but she made it, her robes singed but still doing their job.

"Are you all right?" one of the crewmen asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I think so..." Nataly answered as she did her best to stand. She didn't even get a chance to thank Vana. Vana was already heading back to the railing to try and pluck Eve from the same clutches she was in.

"Good. The hull's failing. We need all the help we can get to stabilize it."

"Oh...shoot! Yeah! OK, yeah, lead me somewhere I can touch it." The crewman did as ordered to move Nataly back to a point where she could continue the reinforcement work on the hull to try and help this dogged vessel survive the furious onslaught.