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By the time Roche had hit the water her world was one of complete darkness, buried under the weight of so many Miseria the light of day couldn't slip past their pitch-dark bodies. Her heart thundering in her ear was the only through-line reminding her she was still alive, still struggling against the crushing vice around her throat. 

Then she hit the water and the world was chaos. 

She drew in lungfuls of salt water and flailed to orient herself as the water swirled violently in the wake of her strike. Bubbles and bodies swirled outwards and Earthshaker hadn't even begun to empty her lungs of the burning brine when he head came to the surface and saw more Miseria coming down from the Dutchman to drag her under. It was fortunate then that after her long swim to the ship wreck she didn't quite fear the water in her lungs more then she did being clumped up on once more. 

For all the intelligence of the Miseria, they did make a mistake she was going to ruthlessly capitalize upon. If it were just her and the ones still swimming to grasp her from below, she may very well have lacked the leverage and flexibility to avoid being dogpiled once more. 

But there were Miseria all to eager to jump down at speed towards her, and Rocha called her shield up between her and them with an expression that promised bloody murder. She only needed to wait for the first splat against stretched hide before energy blasted out from her feet. Pirate miserie just a hairsbreadth from grasping her ankle were sent swirling downwards while Roche soared out of the water. Each impact of a falling Miseria restored the luster of her tattoos.

[color=orange]"BLECH!"[/color] Roche viscerally up-heaved salt water as she crested the railing of the Flying Dutchman, finding it had begun to move towards the beach where....a frustratingly familiar Magical Girl had come with her friend. [color=orange]"Permission to come....Oh forget it. I'll save the Quips for the Light idiots!"[/color]

Earthshaker was decidedly done with the pirates, and any desire to play around had been choked out of her. Rather then the captain or his boundless crew, there was only one target in Roche's mind worth striking next. 

Her arm reared back and threw her shield forward with a crack of displaced, striking the center of the ship's mast with the force of a cannonball, the magical girl following a step behind and taking it in a full body tackle. A construct of bone would be snapped clean off between both blows, and her fingers strained to grasp the unwieldy bludgeon. 

She held little doubt that the magic boat would sail just fine without a mast, but would it still be in one piece when she swung the great shaft down upon it? Earthshaker's voice rose in a scream of fury that would have made Nyxia proud as she burned her energy to swing the mast down upon it's former home.