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@Omni5876 I picked you up *changed the post.

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@Omni5876 On my way, didn't want to 'take hold' of your character without permission.

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As the two frigates collided, one rammed the other with such speed, that it tore through the side and plunged itself into the engine room, its mechanics torn to shreds or blown beyond use.
As the two frigates heaved, rumbled and were partly exploding Tyrhallan pushed himself from the wheel. He needed to get out.
He turned on his heel and blasted himself to the door, throwing himself outside as the ship's heavy leaning made any movement or even simply standing upright practically impossible. He activated the jetpack in his armour, allowing him to move more easily as it stabilized his footing.
He noticed the absence of those he had left behind on the other side of the door. The smear of dark red blood however coloured his suspicions, turning his expression grim realizing he was probably responsible for the loss of one of their knights.
Pushed himself outside and quickly flew off, following the quickest way out he felt the familiar tug of the wind jumping off the ship.
He checked his surroundings, watching the madness go down as the two frigates started to loose altitude whilst the third was struggling to maintain its position, slowly realizing that their ploy had failed and that continuing on would be suicide.
It tried to pull away, whilst it kept blasting at the Belisio forces, picking up their own men when they could.
Tyrhallan flew around the ship as a last check for survivors.
He knew the others would have everything under control now, eventhough 'that woman' had probably escaped. She would be a serious problem and he would need time to think about matters, aside from informing the king.
His thoughts were however cut short as he saw a familiar figure fall. With an instant boost from his jetpack he dove down, swooping very much like the bird of prey that was visible on his armour.
"Need a lift?" He asked as he grabbed hold of the wizard. He rotated himself around slightly, as his boosters added the extra power to stabilize the two in the air. This gave the wizard time to calmly grab a hold of his armour.Have you seen Dalmer?" Tyrhallan asked as he tried to figure out if he needed to remain or get the mage another ride first.
"And thank you..." Tyrhallan offered. It was short and heartfelt, but gave a some insight into who this Captain was.

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@TheMerlin
Nena rolled her eyes as she flung her hands up and conjured a powerful blast of wind, blowing the refugees over the side of the deck like a bunch of screaming leaves. Shortly after, Petra rose above the deck with a kick of her wings, shrilling a victory cry after each and everyone of them were accounted for. Well, almost everyone.
"Come on, you too!" Nena called out as she ran towards the tattooed girl, making a grab for her wrist. "You've done enough now let's go!"

And not a moment too soon.
Her sight blurred and faded, the darkness in her eyes dissapated and her bindings flickered before they faded out.
The woman turned limp into her arms, instantly turning like a ragdoll, no energy left as she gasped a last shuddering breath.
"Thank...you."
She leaned toward the railing of the ship, her body barely responding.
Her skin had turned almost paperwhite, holding a deathly glow, without the aid of a healer Eilis would be joining the countless dead.
She heard the rumbling above her as she felt herself falling, tumbling forward.
Everything turned dark as she finally slipped into unconsciousness.

Eilis's Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdqcB_lKS1A

Roleplay of the chosen

Sounds interesting, I'll PM you my potential hero later. I'd like the 6th hero.

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But Tyrhallan was quicker.
He was upon him before the man could even take aim.
Standing beside him now Tyrhallan's face showed displeasure, he yanked the sidearm from the man's hands.
"Really?!" He said showing the stupidity of the move. "Get out before I take your miserable life!" He snarled tossed the weapon aside before grabbing him by the neck and literally tossing him out of the wheelhouse, in an attempt to make him stumble into the other Captain.
He shut the door behind him and tried to focus on what was happening in front of him.
He watched the ship turn on it own, though no one clearly was steering the ship, something or someone was making it happen.
Thank the heavens, he thought as he took a quick glance over the controls, trying to figure out what was what.
As soon as he more or less understood what he needed to do to steer this monster, did he grab hold of the helm. Pulling a heavy lever over to him, he felt the engines of the ship roar and rumble underneath them.
'Accelerate.' Tyrhallan thought as a wicked grin spread accross his face as he grabbed hold of the wheel, turning it rapidly, to make the ship turn bout 45 degrees.
Like a madman he watched as the ship sped up and started steaming towards one of the other ships. It gave him a weird satisfaction watching on realizing that he was going drive this frigate into the other metal beast. From the overview he watched the Belisian long range cannons crippling the third frigate as the received the brunt of its barrage.
If they were wise they would tuck tail and limp home, they would be the lucky ones, because if Tyrhallan had anything to say about it, he would make sure the other two frigates would go up in flames.
He heard a voice over the com system, most likely the Captain of the other ship.
"...Are you copying? Respond! I demand, Respond. Alter your course. I repeat alter your course! You're heading straight for us!"
With a silent prayer, Tyrhallan looked at his view, the frigate trying to steer out of his way, but it was too late.
"For Belisio." He spoke calmly as he lurched forward, being thrown against the wheel upon impact.

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@TheMerlin Going to assume here that we cannot see, Eilis and Petra from our position (Tyrhallan's)

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Eilis was barely responsive.
Around her feet a dark red liquid pooled, running over the deck as her ragged breathing made her shiver and shake all over.
The hands and arms however showed a strain and tenacity that seemed fixed upon the ship in front of her.
As her tattoo's glowed and blood seeped out of numerous cuts the young woman remained standing stubbornly, holding the massive ship at bay.
Her response to Nena was slow, as she turned her head towards her.
Nena could now see the lifeless dark eyes, that shone with a wild abandon. Whatever innerdemon housed within the girl, it was clear that the girl was ready to go beyond her limits, risking everything.
"Get them...out." The voice was still twisted, but held a sad soft desperate plea, before turning her attention to the frigate again.
They would have to be stopped. That frigate was going to come at them again and again...To Hell with them. She would crash it into the other...see how they like it!
Her breathing increased as she focussed her mind again, one final time. Bringing her hands to her sides she closed her eyes. Her mental hands grabbed hold of the ship and with a haunting and earpiercing cry she started pushing, her own hands mimicking for extra strength.
Her wounds bled more profusely steam or wisps of Aether escaping through them, resembling something akin to a screaming banshee she forced the frigate off course, turning it slowly, but steadily at the other.
To Nena and the others it must have been an unsual sight as they came back on deck.
That small pale woman, drenched in her own blood, shrouds of smoke wrapping around her body as cruel light shone brightly from her tattoo's.
This small person stood between them, them and that massive ship of war. They watched as she turned it, her arms violently shaking and letting out a heart wrenching cry. She turned this beast of metal away from them.
'Come ruin or death.'flitted through Eilis's mind as she felt her body slowly shut down. 'Just a bit longer...' her mind pleaded. 'Just a bit...lon...ger.'

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When the blow simply had no effect Tyrhallan's eyes flashed with alarm. How in the world?
With a couple steps back he created some distance again, regaining his guard and his measure of her.
Her words perhaps irritated him the most.
How dare she accuse him of dishonourable conduct?! The gall of that woman!
Silencing his anger however forced himself to focus again.
She is a problem. A major problem.
If his guess was right, she used her ki as a shield. She had made herself indomitable and with her amount of armour on impenetrable...Combine that with that battleaxe she was swinging around, Tyrhallan would say they had a reason to make her a Captain aswell.
Regardless, he had to try and best her, no kill her, as her words left no argument about that.
Tracing the steps back in his mind, he remembered he had been able to use her own body against her, but that would mean he would have to get in close. A risky move to be sure, the woman would certainly want to use her ki against him.
He knew he had little room to move. All in all this was a fight he did not want, but one she forced him into.
As she pointed with the battle axe in hand into the direction of her fallen men, Tyrhallan's posture had changed. He squared his shoulders and let her bemoan her fallen, remaining silent at her accusations.

@TheMerlin"You did not even give them a chance! On my life, I swear I will kill you!"
As she raised her axe to strike however, the frigate jolted violently as though it had collided into something, knocking it askew.
"What was that?" Lucina had time to say before the entire ship quaked again, forcing her to stumble onto a knee. Then with an accusatory glare towards the Belisian, she added, "More trickery?"

Tyrhallan however had shifted into a more centered stance, before the second quacke had literally forced him into the wall. Regaining his footing he heard the woman's words and something in him just snapped. He had enough of her. Of this woman's malcontent.
He would serve her some truth. His honour demanded it.
"WOMAN will you shut your trap!" Tyrhallan's fuse was lit and he planned on giving her a piece of his mind.
"Does it look like I have any fucking idea what that was! And as for your other accusations let me 'enlighten you' for I must have scrambled your brains too hard when I hit you!" He spoke as his eyes spit fire glaring down at her.
"Your men died the moment they helped to INVADE our lands! Had they stayed in your pretty little Empire I would not have had the need to kill them!" Tyrhallan responded with a tone that burned harshly, one he only reserved for those who had truly irked him.
"No doubt they were just following YOUR orders!"
"Your own selflish actions caused all this! Yours! Your Empire, Your invasion! That is the sole reason these men have lost their lives!!!" He threw back before he pointed the blade at her with a look of disgust. "You may shift your blame upon me to ease your own troubled conscience but that does not make it truth." He was silent for a moment, before he chuckled in a second, it was short and cynical with a hint of sadness into it.
"And to think! I actually wanted to spare you! You're not a warrior and I told you I have no time for you.
Go waste someone else's time with your selfish inclination to prove yourself!"
He was not going to waste anymore time. He needed to get through that door and he would die trying.
"GO HOME!" He snarled at her before he made a dash for the door, opening it and running into the wheelhouse. He knew she would be right behind him, but with some luck he would be able to force them off course. Hopefully enough before her brute force would run him through and do enough damage to stop them from undoing his actions.

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@TheMerlin"C'mon folks. Cavalry's here, now get your asses moving!"
Just as she spoke however, a sickening lurch of screaming metal sounded behind her as the frigate finally made contact, relentlessly plowing through the side of the barge as though there was nothing in the way at all.

Seeing the woman respond an expression of relief passed accross Eilis's face.
Her eyebrows however quickly scrunched together from the sheer pain she felt and the effort she put into attempting to buy them time.
However the next pulse of pain rolled over her like a wave, making her buckle completely exhausted.
From her bindings now blood dripped down as the connection was broken.
Eilis in her moment of lost concentration, barely had a moment to catch a breath.
With a loud crash the small barge reeled as they collided with the frigate, it now plowing its way through the weaker ship. Like a hungry predator rapidly racing towards them. There would be to way they would get off in time...
Panic set in.
Fear and anger flashed through her mind.
And in a moment of sheer panic and desperation, Eilis felt her madness overtake her. She lost her senses, her mind taking a backseat in some strange twisted sense of humour.
The connection with Gaia very much back, spiking, as her eyes turned to a terrifying shade of inpenetrable black. With a strange fluid motion she rose, her bindings burning brightly, but the pain was inconsequential. She was bleeding more heavily now, but that too didn't matter...
Her eyes were focussed on the frigate in front of her.
With a violent swing of her arms, her mind slapped the frigate to the side. Her arms mimicking the motions of her mind. It forced the frigate off its path, as much as a violent blow to one's face, would make one stagger off to the side.
Her voice was twisted, turned and out of tone and volume. Wide dark eyes stared at the frigate and as she bared her teeth, she hissed and screamed.
"I Will NOT Die Today!"
She brought another blow to the ship making it shudder once more and veer off and away from them.