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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Viral couldn't be blaming himself for this, it was out of his control regardless of whether he'd volunteered or not. The ones to blame were the people who actually carried out the experiments themselves, not the person they got the information from. In some way Yumi thought her friend had been forced into agreeing too and worried that those in the project now were being forced as well. So how could they help that? Giving them a choice seemed like the only reasonable decision, they should get to pick what their fate would be. "Why can't they go back to society? I've gone back, I've changed and I can get on with people just fine," she argued on their behalf despite knowing it was moot; Viral did have trouble in some settings, and if these people had half the issues he did then they would struggle as well. "We can... Well... What if we helped them get used to it again? Someone could be there to show them what to do, they could go back home, be happy again..."

"They can have their own society," Aito interjected, furrowing his brow in thought as he rubbed at his chin, "They can have their own civilization with just their kind, they won't pose a risk to other people then and will have those similar to themselves around to cope. Given what they've been through it might be more damaging to separate them now than to keep them together." But where to put them? He almost considered bringing them here to Uuonoe, but did this world have the space needed for a whole new race of peoples to take up lives? True the world was larger than just this metropolis they were in and there were undoubtedly other cities like it, but what about living space or them? "Or... We have the best of both worlds, put a halt to the project and give the subjects those facilities and that world to live on," Aito mused aloud, looking to Krom as he spoke, "I don't know numerically how many you have by this point but it should be enough, I'm positive it is. There is no reason for these experiments to continue then and the scientists and whoever else is there can move off planet. It's only fair that those people be given the world, its resources, to rebuild their lives. You Saiyans owe them that much."

"Well if you think it might be fun... I don't know, maybe we can try it sometime. Would need to find loads more people to play with though, you know? They have big teams for that sort of stuff." That would be interesting, unless they got everyone in their group to play they would have to turn to humans to join them. Somehow Takeshi figured humans playing sports against Saiyans wasn't the most fair thing in the world. "I don't know what its called buddy, I'm not a musician you know? I just have heard different types is all, there's loads of kinds of music. We can see what sorts you really like when we get back on the ship." Though they would need something to play the music in their room wouldn't they? He remembered people carrying around big boxes back home that played music, could they find something like that here? "I mean... I don't know, music can make you happy I guess? Or excited, it kind of did now didn't it?" Takeshi asked, smirking as he reached over and ruffled Shu's hair, "We'll find out when we play it later won't we?"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

That didn't make sense to Yumi at all, and apparently it didn't make sense to Krom either. They knew now that Viral had a special means of fighting those monsters but there was no way they could have known that beforehand... Right? The way it sounded though everything traced back to Yamate, maybe he knew even more than he was letting on, even to the likes of Krom. That was worrisome, just how much did that man know about what was truly going on? "It's not fair for you to assume things about Aito, just like its not fair we assume things of you," she said calmly, trying to be a voice of reason among the tidal wave of testosterone going on, "Either way that's behind us, we should focus on making it right now," she added as she glanced back at the doctor, "And not attacking each other for things we can't fix in the past." It was strange, speaking to Aito in such a way. When she was a child she had nothing but respect for the man, and while she did still she could see he was flawed just as everyone else was. Something about Viral being involved in this no doubt had pushed him to the edge, otherwise she couldn't see him losing it like that.

How was Viral feeling about all of this? He couldn't be too pleased with all of this being shared as it might make him look bad. Not that Yumi thought so, he must have had his reasons for doing it. Hearing too that he'd taken some punishment on Shu's behalf more than absolved him of any guilt there might be in her eyes. "It is not your fault Viral, not at all. You didn't order Kai, Choi and Kabocha to come and kidnap me. You didn't put me through the tests or try to make me fight, none of that is your doing," she reassured, smiling as she reached up and placed a hand on his cheek, "So don't blame yourself for any of it, okay?" He couldn't blame himself, he'd end up going back down into that pit just when he was starting to seem a little better. If Viral felt guilty about her being tested on though, and maybe about others too, there was some way they could fix it. Turning back to Krom she approached him slowly and cleared her throat before pointing to him sternly. "We should at least give those people who were experimented on a chance to decide for themselves, don't you think? If they want to fight then they can fight, but they shouldn't be forced to, none of them should. It doesn't matter how useful they are for others, it matters what they want more than anything."

"Eh... The kind of ball I'm talking about is kind of a drag buddy, you know? Tons of rules, a bunch of idiots trying to score or throw it in a net or something, it's a lot of nonsense and crap we don't need when we play." You could have perfectly good fun without having to use numbers to show who was doing better, even someone as competitive as him thought it was ridiculous. Yet humans seemed almost intoxicated by sports, if their time in the World Tournament was any indication of that. Smiling in amusement as Shu gushed over television Takeshi regarded it with a bit of a dismissive shrug himself, not finding this show to be anything particularly impressive. "Maybe we can get music for our room on the ship, how about that squirt? There's loads of kinds of music too, not just what you're hearing. Maybe there will be something you like even more, you know?"

Legend of Zelda: Templar Ascension

"My magic isn't all sunshine and butterflies, or were you not paying attention on the bridge?" Caelan asked, frowning as he pat the waterskin at his hip, "Healing just so happens to be something I can do, it's usually used for fighting whatever monsters are in ruins." He didn't want Link getting the wrong idea that he was some saint or something, he wasn't. Anyways onto the traps... Experience said there would be booby traps down here, but then how much sense did that make? If these were escape tunnels there shouldn't be any, you didn't want to risk killing the people trying to get out. Recalling the map Caelan could see the spiderwebbing of the tunnels meaning there was more than one route; one probably had no traps in it, the others were littered with them. If that were the case, as Regol's shadow was kind enough to show, then he had his work cut out for him. No pressure, he always loved it when other people's lives were on the line because of him. Nodding when pat on the back he let out a sigh, figuring it was no or never for them to get moving.

"Well if we keep our eyes open and don't do anything stupid we won't be included among them." Good thing about pressure plate traps was if you knew how they triggered you knew how to disable them as well. Applying pressure onto the plate itself released a catch below, and that catch often retracted lines which pulled the wraps, be it a swinging axe or a wall of spikes. If you removed the plate though, disabled the pressure sensor you were completely fine. Going to where Regol's shadow had been shredded seconds earlier he stopped and picked out the plate, taking a knee as he prepared to do his work. "Uh... You two might want to stay back, just saying. Never know when one of these could screw up and kill you," he joked grimly.

With no blade to use he formed a shard of ice in his hand, thinning it to have the thickness of a blade itself. Then using it to pry beneath the pressure plate, and being especially careful not to press on it, he pushed the blade in further until he broke the seal, using the edge of the hole to push the plate up and off. After that it was a simple matter of finding the wires connected to the spike traps, which he did, he encased them in ice to freeze them in place and prevent them from moving. Just to test himself he gritted his teeth and pressed two fingers down on the sensor, smiling when nothing came of it.

"And there you have it, one disabled trap... And probably a hundred more to go," Caelan said as he dissolved his makeshift blade, wiping down his hands then on his pants before continuing ahead. They didn't get more than 50 meters along before he found a tripwire trap, and with some careful scanning of the walls he found an axe suspended in an indent, just waiting to fly out and take someone's head off, or cut them in half. "With tripwires there's two ways of dealing with it... Either set it off, let the trap do its thing and try to pass by, or clog up the hole and hope it works..." He'd try the latter, and he happened to just have the tool for it too. Pulling the plate from earlier out of his pocket he pressed it up against the opening in the wall, using ice magic again to freeze it firmly in place. Using just the tip of his foot he then released the axe, watching as it swung and slammed into the plate, denting it but remaining put. "Sure neither of you want to go it a try?" Caelan asked, glancing back with a smirk, "There's nothing to it really."

A Grimm War [Vena Sera & Scout]

If they didn't balance their work then they'd burn out in no time. Ulyssa might be fine with studying incessantly, in fact Soren almost thought she was looking forward to it, there was no way he could pull through. Being physically active was one thing and while not always fun it was easier for him to do; head in a book, sitting still for hours on end, the very notion of that made him cringe. Relenting as Lyra cut in he raised an eyebrow as she went silent for a moment, wondering why it was she cut herself off mid-sentence. When she started again a moment later she appeared somewhat uncomfortable yet tried to play it off, and out of respect Soren didn't ask her what it was bothering her.

"Finding our room doesn't sound terrible, I wouldn't mind cleaning up a little." They had bathed in the lake just to feel some semblance of sanitation yet it paled in comparison to an actual shower or bath. Reaching up with one hand he rubbed at his shoulder, giving it a slight roll as his joints popped and muscles groaned in protest. Owyn's question was a fairly obvious one seeing as he even knew the answer, and he hardly paid any attention to the particulars this far. "Looking around sounds fun, but I'd like to see our room first. We'll see you girls later," Soren added, waving to them before nodding to Owyn, "Let's go, shouldn't be too hard finding our place."

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Well the quarters at Beacon weren't anything to write home about but it certainly trumped sleeping out on the forest floor. Two sets of bunk beds, a few dressers, a restroom attached to the bedroom and two desks, simplistic yet just what they would need. Almost as soon as they had entered the room Lyra darted over to the top bed, and with no reservations pleaded to have the uppermost bed. Ulyssa relented with a smile, finding her excitability to be amusing. "Don't mention it, I don't mind having the bottom bunk," she replied as she set her bags down, sighing happily at now having a room of their own. Piquing her interest as Lyra gushed over the view at the window she moved over to join her, peering out at the view. It really was a lovely sight, certainly better than just looking out at the sea of green that was the Emerald Forest.

"Who knows? Could be we'll have other first year students like us too," Ulyssa observed as she went to the beds to inspect them. The bottom bunk was pristine and well kept, though she was curious about the assortment of stuffed animals gathered around the pillows. The top bunk on the other hand made a little part of her die inside, with all of the owner's clothing as well as various personal belongings strewn all over it. How in the world did anyone sleep like that? "Ridiculous, I can't share a room with someone like this..." she commented with a shake of her head, climbing up the ladder and glancing at the mess. Just as she had begun to rearrange the items and try to sort them out the door swung open, causing Ulyssa to jump and promptly descend the ladder, not wanting to anger their new roommates right away.

"Oh boy, what a day! All those Grimm too!" Stepping into her room Rayne raised her arms up in a stretch, letting out an unladylike belch before setting her hands on her stomach. And they even got themselves a hefty lunch out of it, what could be better? Once in her bedroom she headed directly for her bed, ignoring Ulyssa's baffled expression at first as she climbed up, grabbed a black hooded sweatshirt with a skull on both breasts and dropping back onto her feet. Only now did she finally acknowledge the other two girls, not that she hadn't seen them initially. "So you must be some of the girls who didn't die during initiation, awesome! Pretty cool that we'll have new roommates for a bit!" Rayne said cheerfully, grinning as she extended a hand to Ulyssa. "I'm Rayne, and this here is..." Huh, where was her teammate? Furrowing her brow the girl let out an audible sigh before cupping her hands around her mouth and turning to the door. "Noriko, get your butt in here! We have new roommates."

Slowly another girl entered the room, her eyes downcast as she shuffled her way inside. Why did there have to be new people? She was much more comfortable when it was just her and Rayne, now she'd have to get used to even more company. "Uh... H-Hi..." the Faunus mumbled, folding her hands at her waist and wringing them together nervously. Oh no, she could feel everyone's eyes on her, what would they say? She had her beret on as always and kept her tail concealed, but what if they knew somehow? What if they treated her like other people treated Faunus? Growing red in the face Noriko squirmed uncomfortably on the spot, letting out a meek gasp when Rayne threw her arm around her shoulders.

"Don't mind her, she's just shy around new people! She'll warm up to you in no time though," Rayne declared with a wink, putting her free hand on her hip, "Anyways welcome to our room newbies, hope you like your stay here! We just have some simple rules for you to know, so pay attention! One, lock the door if you're the last one out, we don't want bozos coming in here. Two, replace something if it runs out, its common courtesy, you know? And three don't touch our stuff or you're dead."

"S-She's kidding... About the dead part..." Noriko added timidly.

Even a simple room like this seemed luxurious to Soren. Accustomed to homes with not even 6 rooms, and whose rooms were smaller than this, even sharing this with three others seemed like a treat. Having bunk beds was a bit irregular especially given their age but he wouldn't complain, a bed was a bed. Before either he or Owyn could get settled though they should introduce themselves to their roommates, or roommate, as the case might be. One other boy was already present in the room and seemingly engrossed in his book to the point where they were paid no mind. Exchanging a silent glance with Owyn, Soren shrugged his shoulders and cleared his throat to signal their presence.

"Uh... Right, it was a little difficult I guess, but we made it through," Soren responded, awkwardly taking the older boy's hand and giving it a shake. He wasn't one to complain normally but would anyone seriously want to go through that? It was taxing and they were left sore as could be from it, and knowing it was only the beginning hadn't instilled much excitement in any of them either. "I guess that puts you a few years ahead of us too, must be nice to almost be done." Even better was they would have this room to themselves, provided there weren't new students again next year, which undoubtedly there would be. The mention of their fourth roommate, Aero, could have just as well gone without mention for how little interest Soren had in it. If these two were going to be gone by the year's end then it meant little to form any meaningful relationship with them, a first name basis was about as far as they had to go. "Right... Well I'm sure we'll get along swimmingly," he commented as he slung his bag onto the bottom bunk, hoping that was the end of their chat.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

This entire project was wrong, why couldn't anyone else see that? Subjecting people to experimentation in such a way wasn't allowable regardless of the intent of the practice; creating a Beastman from scratch was one thing, they were born that way and it was all they knew. In Yumi's case however she'd been forcibly changed with no regard for herself, how could anyone abide by that? Despite his firm stance against the work it seemed like Aito stood alone on the matter, with even Viral coming to Krom's defense for refusing his demands. Having Yumi slap him and ridicule him for his actions was just the bitter icing on the cake that was dejection, even if he knew her words to be true. In his anger he had overstepped his boundaries, yet how else would he make Krom speak? The man was clearly too stubborn to divulge anything, and the risk that the subjects were at because of this project was simply too great to ignore.

This fighting between them had to stop if anyone was going to get anything done. After handing Viral her shirt to use as makeshift gauze she furrowed her brow as he began to explain himself, curious that he was so passive about his answer. Before she could press him further Krom offered a much more in-depth explanation, and it was one she wasn't expecting in the least. It didn't make sense, why would Viral who was so bitter over his enslavement help these people? In part it made her sick to know that this whole business had been done both knowingly and willingly, and the other part of it was she was angry, angry at the Saiyans for ever carrying out the project in the first place. "Okay, fine, I'll accept that Viral somehow had a part in it, for now. But answer me this question then," Yumi began as she stared down Krom, "Before we ever fought those... Things, there was no way anyone knew that Viral's power was strong against them, right? But you started this project when he was captured over a year ago, so then what was the point of it at first? It couldn't have been to fight the monsters, the only way I see it was you were building yourselves more soldiers." That reason was enough for her to want to abolish the project as well, it just felt wrong that they were more or less growing Beastmen to fight. Maybe that was Aito's reason behind it too, it certainly didn't seem fair.

Stupid television cutting out, why couldn't things just fricken work? Banging on the set a few times Takeshi grew impatient with it, about ready to give up until the picture finally returned along with the music. He knew smacking it hadn't done anything but hey, he'd take credit for it! Taking a spot beside Shu yet again he leaned back into the couch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table to relax. "I mean... I think so? They don't have the same stuff here that they do back home," the older boy pointed out, "And there's loads of different stuff on television, you know? They play stuff like this, there's news, and there are games they play too. Never understood any of the games though, bunch of grown men throwing a ball to each other like idiots." Then again he and Shu did the same sort of stuff didn't they? Albeit without all the rules, and they didn't always keep score even though he tried to sometimes. "What do you think squirt, like music? Nice stuff huh?"

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

If you wanna play the anime hero then you might die for it, just putting that out there ;D

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Why... Why had Viral taken that hit? Had he put any more strength behind that and struck his son he could be seriously injured from it. Immediately Aito's will to fight vanished, his energy receding as he looked at Viral in confusion. Moreover his son even seemed angry with him for some reason, was it for trying to attack Krom? That made absolutely no sense as the Elite should be their enemy, even with his change in allegiances as of late. Being called a monster as well certainly was strange, what had he done to deserve such a malicious title? "Even if we cannot reverse it, we must prevent further experimentation!" the doctor argued his case strongly, looking to Yumi as he spoke, "They are conducting tests like they did on you, tests to turn more people into their weapons! We cannot allow this to continue!" It was unethical, it was dangerous, it flew in the face of everything that a scientist and doctor should respect. Turning his gaze back onto Krom it hardened again, his mouth pulling in a thin line before he scoffed. "This man is trying to defend his King and his pet project despite the damage its causing, its disgusting that-"

Yumi wasn't here to listen to arguments, she wanted to know why everyone was fighting. They were supposed to be here relaxing for everyone's sake, Viral's especially. Storming over to Aito as he yelled at Krom she reached up and smacked his cheek hard with the flat of her hand, staring up at him in disapproval as he reeled slightly from the unexpected hit. "And how is pummeling him going to help those people? I understand you're angry about it, I went through it, I'd want to stop it all too. But beating answers out of him isn't the way to do it." Letting out a sigh she shook her head before looking up at Aito again, then to Krom disapprovingly. "Men, always eager to fight over every little thing, you're unbelievable sometimes..." Now then, if these two boys were quite through with their fight there were other things she wanted to see to as well. Looking over at Viral and seeing his bloodied nose she frowned worriedly, walking over and easing her shirt off, having just a plain black camisole beneath it. "Sorry they woke you Viral, here, use this for your nose," Yumi offered as she held up her shirt for him to take, "I want to ask... What do you think about all of this? It concerns you too, and I've made my position clear."

Maybe some nice music or television would help distract everyone from the nonsense outside. Yeah, that would be nice, as everyone was still a bit agitated from the scene. After fiddling with the television for a bit Takeshi finally managed to find a channel with some music and even a cartoon to boot, just what Shu might need. It only lasted a few seconds though before a power surge knocked out the station, sighing when Shu commented on it vanishing. "It was just here though! Hang on a second..." Banging on the top of the television seemed to do nothing, nor did wiggling the wires or pressing the power button repeatedly. Huffing in frustration Takeshi watched Yumi storm outside before shrugging it off, more engrossed in this task now. "Come on you damn thing, work!" Pressing the power button a few more times on the remote it finally turned back on, a few seconds later than before but onto the same channel. Smiling triumphantly he tossed the remote onto an empty seat, dusting his hands off as though he'd worked hard and taking a seat back beside his brother. "There you go buddy, enjoy the show!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"The same objectives can be achieved without ruining lives! I will not abide by people callously experimenting like this!" Krom had said it himself, he wasn't a scientist. There was no way he would know that if the genome wasn't coded properly how the individual's body might deteriorate, or they may become unstable and frenzied at the drop of the hat. One only had to look at Viral's own condition to see what happened when it was done incorrectly; they wanted a small army of these people, what if they were unusable or erratic? Would they just try again with another batch, dispatch the first? He wouldn't give them that chance. Infuriated Aito moved in to strike Krom down, one way or another he would make the man reveal what he knew. It wasn't even a pride thing that his own work was being duplicated, he didn't care about that whatsoever. It was the incomplete nature of their works, of undoubtedly the trouble that the subjects were being put in because of work that their scientists could never possibly grasp in its entirety. It wasn't as simple as reverse-engineering, it took a lot of effort from a group of brilliant minds to create Viral.

It would also take Viral to stop Aito from potentially going on a rampage, and he would do just that. For some unfathomable reason his son intercepted the blow meant for Krom, knocking him aside and instead taking the brunt, being knocked back a ways before stopping himself. As soon as he'd struck Viral the doctor calmed down, enough so anyways that he could appreciate what he had done. Though he was still in a Super Saiyan state he was far from the rampant lot of their race, perfectly reasonable even with his Ki surging. Looking at Viral perplexed for a moment he frowned, standing upright and bringing his power back down to its regular levels. "Viral... Why did you stop me? I'm trying to save people that the Saiyans are subjugating to experiments, like how Yumi was. Don't you want to stop that too?" When did he awaken anyways? Had he seen that entire display? Suddenly Aito felt ashamed of himself, getting carried away with his anger towards Krom like that. Moreover... How had Viral blocked that strike and was none the worse for wear? Sure he hadn't put his all into that punch but it was still designed to do a number, yet his son looked perfectly fine. Impressive.

Seriously though, should they be doing something about this? Everyone had to be feeling those energies by now, even June seemed to be somewhat uneased by the sheer pressure the two men were giving off. Vegeta was stood at the door not letting anyone out, his own face one of worry as he probably tried not to run out and investigate for himself. Sighing to himself Takeshi wondered if Krom's coming here was going to ruin everything, what with Shu now feeling happy and Viral actually sleeping. If that guy screwed it all up he was never going to forgive the creep. "Music? Uh... You know... Music... Er... Yeah I'll play some for you." Provided they had any in this place at all. Getting up he went to the television in the room, amazed for one they had a set, and after some dabbling with the buttons managed to turn it on. Someone had graciously set it to their language before they had moved into the home it seemed, and as he'd suspected before none of the channels made any sense whatsoever, even in their tongue. As if by accident though while skimming the channels he managed to find a song being played over some kind of video, some cartoon by the looks of it. Hey, it worked for him. "Hear that stuff Shu? That's music!" Takeshi announced proudly, grinning as he gestured to the television. Then the audio and video cut for a second, and the powers that were raging outside dwindled down to almost nothing. Furrowing his brow as the television came back he looked towards the window confused, wondering what in the hell had happened.

"That's it, I'm done waiting to find out!" Clearly something was going wrong outside and Yumi wanted to know what that was. Plus Viral had to be awake by now, she was concerned what that all might have done to him too. Storming over to the door she glared when Vegeta refused to move, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him aside before throwing open the door. Both Krom and Aito were getting an earful from her for disrupting Viral like that! "Whatever you two men are doing out here, take it somewhere else! Can't you see Viral is trying... Trying to..." Huh? She expected to find her friend asleep and Aito and Krom at each other's throats, but instead she found Aito and Viral staring each other down and Krom off to the side. Just what in the heck happened here? "Viral...? What are you doing...? What are you doing Aito?" Yumi asked as she glanced between the men, groaning before stomping her foot on the ground, "Someone explain what's going on!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"And how could you possibly know that? You are not a scientist, you've said so yourself!" Aito shot back, his jaw taught as he tried to reel back his anger, realizing just how out of control his Ki was becoming. "Your work is all based off of Viral, of of my own work! If anyone is qualified to handle this it's me!" He was not going to be lectured by some pigheaded grunt that he had no business here. The entirety of the Beastman project originated from his own creation, he likely still had a far greater understanding of it than any of their scientists did. Yet Krom refused to yield, as though somehow these people were better off at the mercy of scientists dabbling with matters they knew nothing about. Between the anger directed towards Krom and the project itself Aito's Ki had spiked, and with a heavy gust his Ki shot through the roof, his hair turning almost platinum blond as his energy visibly swirled about him. "So why step away then? Seems you've been intimidated," the doctor commented, glaring at the Elite as his energy swirled erratically, "Final chance Krom, I am tired of repeating myself. Tell me where the project is being conducted!" Slamming his right foot off the ground Aito shot forward, throwing a straight punch propelled by his own energy.

Takeshi was trying to think of something for him and Shu to do, but boy was it tough thinking with all that was going on. Just beyond the thin walls of this house two Saiyans seemed poised to go at it, with Aito's Ki reaching shocking heights. Krom's was no laughing matter either, though comparatively it seemed like the doctor had a decent edge on him. If a fight was going to break out between them then deciding on what game to play would be the very least of their worries. "Uh yeah... They're definitely having something outside," Takeshi said with a halfhearted laugh, rubbing at his neck then as he looked towards the windows. If it was anyone else he'd think it was just some playful show, but this was Krom they were talking about, a guy who everyone was convinced was some bad guy. If Aito was getting this riled up then obviously something was wrong, and things could take a very bad turn quite quickly. "Hey Shu, uh... How about we check out some music?" he asked as he tried to get his brother distracted again, pulling him close with an arm around his shoulder, "You like music buddy? I bet they have some good stuff here."

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Ethan was terribly disoriented after falling into the cabin, his head spinning and winded from the landing. Gathering himself to his feet he tried to take stock of where he was for a moment, looking up the stairs to the sound of his friends still fighting away. He had to get back up there, the fight was still going on and they might need his help. Stumbling slightly he moved for the stairs yet fell short as something rammed into his side, driving him right up against the far wall. Groaning in protest as he tried to move, still unsteady from the fall, Ethan promptly halted himself when the cold touch of steel pressed up against his throat. A bandit? Lowering his eyes he met the gaze of the person responsible for his current predicament, puzzled by her appearance. She almost looked Muran and yet not quite... What was she?

"Lost...? Eh, uh... Yeah. I was wandering around up on the deck, having a party with the bandits, and I just fell down here!" Ethan laughed weakly, feeling awfully uncomfortable with that blade at his neck. Swallowing nervously his eyes shifted briefly up to the deck above as the sounds of fighting raged on, worried that things might be escalating further. When he looked back at the woman her eyes were locked onto his, a nasty smile on her face as she made a very blunt threat. "H-Hey, wait a second, no one said anything about killing anyone!" the Magi stammered, wracking his brain meanwhile for some way out of this mess. Clearly whoever this woman was didn't quite buy his nonchalant attitude, and the blade was ever steady at his neck. Oh, he had an idea! Hopefully it worked. "Can you uh, just step back a little, I think I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." As he spoke he was gathering up wind magic, and on his final words he released it from his hand at the woman's stomach, "Achoooo!"

Ethan being knocked off like that was certainly problematic, but there was no time for anyone to help him. A good many bandits still remained on the deck and every one had to be beaten to secure the ship. Finding herself against the man with the weighted chain Nymira darted in to try and close the gap, taking a swing at his leg to at least cripple him and finding her strike coming up short. Alarmingly the man grabbed her sides with both hands, dropping his weapon and easily hoisting her up into the air. Squirming in his grasp she kicked out a leg once she was above his head, catching him in the bridge of the nose and breaking it on impact, managing to make him drop her. Using her full body then she rammed into the side of his leg and caused him to topple over, driving her right hand into his jaw to put him down briefly.

The way this fight was progressing they would win, even with one of their own missing temporarily. On the deck of the ship were still at least six bandits and perhaps a few more at the landing, but with Cecil arriving as well as that meddlesome healer the odds were not quite as heavily stacked against them. Hearing Amuné calling out to her she frowned and rushed to the side of the ship, confused to see the girl and Wyth darting towards them. More men, where? Casting her gaze along the shore she tensed when she saw the four men in odd clothing approaching the landing, carrying with them weapons of various shapes and configurations. And sitting right down on the landing like some idiot was Zander, directly in the path of the four approaching men. What in the hells was he doing? "Zander you buffoon, move!"

It seemed like the bandits were already being given a run for their money, and by children no less. Scoffing at the absurdity of their plight the four men continued their way to the landing, pausing briefly at the boy knelt down by a bleeding ruffian, a ward cast around him. What was he trying to accomplish with that? Nodding his head towards the downed bandit the man bearing the gauntlet stepped forward, unleashing a single ice spell that sent a spike through the man's skull, killing him instantly. "You're in our way boy, shame we'll have to kill a kid today," the lead man spoke, flicking another switch on his weapon as electricity crackled loudly between the two prongs. This concentration of electricity wasn't magic, but it was highly potent all the same and should penetrate a simple ward. If not there were three other men with him, this boy was as good as dead.

Nymira cursed the Saints beneath her breath before gathering a mass of fire in her right palm, and with a grunt of effort cast a stream all the way from where she stood on deck to the landing below where the men stood. The fire crackled and hissed as it cut through the air, and all four men had to hastily disperse and back off to avoid being burned to a crisp. It didn't last long, and the few seconds after her cast the Dimuran was sweating heavily and her breathing labored. "Move you idiot, you'll die otherwise!" she shouted firmly, looking then to where Amuné and Wyth were further down the shore, "Stay away little one, we'll come to you!" In the midst of all else going on she neglected no notice the man with the chain had come to, and soon she found the links wrapped firm around her throat, pulling her off her feet and onto her back as she was dragged across the deck. Kicking and grasping the tried to wrestle the iron from her skin, the fatigue of her magic not helping her at all.