Marren made to parry his attackers blade, and wished he hadn't. He was pushed back with the force of the blow, jarring his arm. He could swear he heard his bones ringing. He stumbled back, sword arm relaxed and near limp when his opponent made another swipe. Marren tumbled away with as much grace as an oaf, crashing into another pirate who was going for one of his companions. Both nearly toppled but Marren steadied himself quicker, lunging upwards with his blade under the pirates armour. The steel slid through skin and flesh with a gruesome squelch. Hearing a yelling behind Marren turned to see his opponent making another go at him.

[i]'Fuck'[/i] Was the only thought in his mind, or otherwise his instincts would have made him leave long ago. Instead he stood his ground.

His opponent charged him again sword in the air and a cry on his lips, but he was stopped by none other than the perverted priest, jamming his staff through the mans legs and making him fall into the ground. Marren wasted no time burying his cutlass into the man's neck. With a nod towards the priest he surveyed the battlefield and was surprised to see how many of the enemy were left. 

A dozen of them were shrouded in some sort of black smoke, these were the live ones who could still fight. Others lay scattered on the ground dead or dying, the latter's moans and groans of pain seemed silent during the battle. As he was gaining is breath Marren saw the new add-on to their group come out of nowhere and made quick work of the foes still standing. 

As the last of the bandits fell Marren made his way towards where Akira had run off to, ignoring the burning pain on his fairly recent wound. He came upon them, the elf, the knight and some random stranger who was peppered with arrows. It took a minute for his numb mind to piece it all together. 

“We done?” he asked no one in particular.