In a flash, Hunter was behind the man who challenged Deadeye, with a knife pointed at his jugular. The bloodlust in his eyes was almost physical, and his face was locked into a visceral snarl.
"Try anything, and I'll gut ye like a pig." He growled, "I'm feeling a wee bit testy at the moment, and don't particularly like snot-nosed brats messing with me crew. Now either help out or crawl back to the shitheap ye came from, just try not to make things more difficult for us."
With strength unbecoming of a human, possibly due to an insane amount of adrenaline, Hunter kicked at the guys back. He then dusted himself off, and walked after Anna. He twirled his dagger in hand, ready to gut anyone who wasn't an ally. Those marines earlier has only made his appetite for death hunger, like a starter before the main course. And the Crimson Demon did love a good feast...

@LostDestiny @Ryteb Pymeroce

The silence was getting on his nerves. Dead Eye was just staring at him, he had always been an antsy fellow, and impatient too, so this was..not fun. And then, she said no. She just said no, nothing else. Capra had been in the business for a long time, he had fought a lot of people, rival bounty hunters, pirates, a few marines who didn't like the cut of his jib, and one time a very angry cake maker. And he challenged most of them too, excluding the cake maker. But none of them had ever responded with just a simple "no." It felt strange, was he not worth her time? Did she not find him threatening enough? And if that weren't enough, she was just walking away. He wasn't even enough of a threat for her to face him. Capra lowered his head, and slowly reverted back to his full human state.

Just in time for the red coated fellow to (at very high speeds, he had to admit) run behind him, and stick a knife towards his jugular. He started snarling threats, but Capra reacted quickly. He reflexively shoved the side of his arm at Red Coat's arm quite swiftly, the one holding the knife, obviously, in an attempt to push the sharp object away from his throat. Then, he took one large step diagonally forward with his long legs, and pivoted around on his heels, just in time to avoid a powerful and swift kick aimed at where his back had been. His dull eyes met the Red Coat's fierce ones. And he turned around once again, not giving him a second thought, and walked after Dead Eye. She had ignored him, and turned her back to him. It was time for desperate measures. Something his foster father told him to do only when absolutely necessary. His moral compass screamed at him not to do it, but he ignored it. "Please?" He asked Dead Eye.

@NachoBachoPacho@Ryteb Pymeroce

Anna stopped in her tracks. Did he just say please? Never, in all her time as a mercenary, had anyone ever said please to get her to fight them. It was normally the reaction of people begging for there life. She once again turned around and faced the man that was now looked like a human and was closer to her than she had expected. She blinked at him, uncertain of what to say. She still had no interest in fighting him. Once again there was silence before Anna finally spoke. "Well since you said please...no." She did her best to make the shock unnoticeable in her voice, while still skillfully rejecting his request. However she decided to give him an explanation as to why she wouldn't fight him. "There are several reasons I am saying no. Reason one, I have no time to fight you. I have more important things to do right now. Reason two, I have no interest in fighting you, both because I know for a fact it would be a short fight and the fact that I gain nothing from it. I don't fight or kill for free, there is always a price." Her voice was bland and lacking in emotion, reverting back to her mercenary self and the Dead Eye persona she had created. "I do appreciate your...um." She couldn't find the right word for it. Instead she shook her head.

"Never mind." She said as she looked to Hunter who was still in his blood thirsty demon mode and walked up to him. The redhead put her hand on his shoulder. A decision she immediately regretted after feeling she sticky blood that was on his jacket. However she showed no sign of disgust, even though on the inside she was screaming. "Down boy. Time to take a chill pill no more blood needs to be shed than necessary." She released the man's shoulder, wiping her hand on her pants, and walked away after nodding to Capra. She didn't care what the man did. If he followed her so be it, and though it looked like she was perfectly relaxed she was on high alert, ready for him to make a move to provoke her into a fight. She moved quickly to catch up with Abby and the rest of the crew only glancing back once to see if Hunter was following her.

Suddenly there was a loud crack and a bullet whizzed past Anna, cracking the stone in front of her. It would be the group's only warning before they were barraged by bullets, nearly ever building the surrounded the prison had rifles pointing at them. The only escape would be running forward, there was a hole in the top of the structure covered by glass that lead to a central area. Likely where prisoners were allowed to be in leisure time or what not, though it was hard to say if they were even permitted such a thing. It wasn't a terribly far drop, only about twenty feet. There were two floors of cells, each with a single prisoner. Among those at the right angel to see what was going on would be a certain draconic individual. Given the group wasn't keen on dying and took the simple route out: having shattered the glass and jumped down they would find themselves met by a single man sitting on a bench, looking rather ominously at the ground. Of course they could also opt to try to do something else against the flurry of fire, they were pirates after all!

Cursing, Eddie looked around for an escape route. He saw a glass window. It looked fragile.

"Well. This is going to hurt, no doubt." He ran forward and jumped on the glass. It did not break immediately, and in his panic, he jumped and stamped on it until it shattered under his feet, and he fell through.

He landed on his front, winding himself, but the fall had not killed him, it seemed. Coughing, he yelled in a general upwards direction, "I'm alright!"

"Ah. Hi!" He smiled at the only other occupant of the cell. Hopefully, this one was friendly. He coughed again.

"Damn it!" Abigail snapped as the first round flew by and signaled the beginning of what looked like the start of an early end for the Crimson's fists first adventure. "I should've known it wasn't going to be that easy." The red pirate flinched as a pullet exploded on a piece of wood by her head. "It's never that easy." She sighed under the barrage of rifle shots.

Frantically, the redhead looked around for something to do. It was tempting to have Anna try and snipe some of the marines who were firing down on them. She decided against it since sticking your head up while so many bullets were going down wasn't the way to go about getting out of tight situations. HOwever, there didn't seem to be anything else to do. So the captain's mind rapidly searched for a way to pull the eyes behind the triggers away from their locations when Eddie made a move on his own. "Eddie, don't." Before she could finish the newest recruit to their group disappeared down below. "Okay then, Eddie do!"

"Alright, everyone!" Abigail called, pointing towards the hole in the ground. "Everyone after Eddie. Let's go!
Let's go! Buttholes and knee caps, move!" Without waiting for anyone to react she rushed down in a crouch and disappeared into a basement level.

The fall was further than Abigail had thought it would be. "One story." She said as she passed the first level. "Two story. Ouch." She muttered after landing hard on her back. "Gods be damned." She mumbled, rubbing her back and shakily getting to her feet. "What do we have here?" She blinked around at her surroundings, stopping to look at the two, but settling her gaze on the man at the bench.. "This is honestly the oddest place I've ever seen a bench put and I've been around."

Hunter let out a hiss as they were barraged by bullets and quickly whipped out his two pistols, sniping two marines immediately before following after his captain, knowing there was no way he'd be able to kill them all. The crew hurtled into the prison and Hunter immediately regained his footing and fired a bullet from his third pistol at the reaper-like man. The person in question moved his scythe slightly and the bullet was deflected by the blade, loudly impacting against the lock on Gawain's cell, causing it to break and fall to the ground, leaving his cell slightly ajar. The reaper-man looked up at them with deathly eyes and a morbid grin. "You know it's been a long time since I've been able to kill someone." He rose from his seat and flourished his over-sized weapon, "Of course you could try to surrender but I'd kill you anyway, so who's first?"

The scarlet captain paused to give the stranger in the room a look. The blood-lust poured off him like a waterfall. "Has it now?" Abigail fists clenched at her side before the corner of her lip curved like the strange man's weapon. "Why ruin a thing like that? Why not wait a bit longer." She reached down and picked up a tiny pebble. Her hand glowed blue and then the small stone in her palm. "You've got two benefits with that course of action: you're next kill will be even sweeter like water after a month in a dessert and " her eyes narrowed as she took a step towards the killer. "You'll live to see it."