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SavoRei had only politely brushed off the captain's complaints about the engine, knowing that the captain knew why the engine was in the shape it was. Frankly, she was surprised that it hadn't fallen apart, even with her trying to keep up with the damages. Of course, each time the ship lurched, she immediately double checked everything, sealing any cracks that appeared, spreading out with a spiderweb-like appearance. Whatever she couldn't quickly weld on the spot, she swapped out for replacement parts from the crates nearby. There was a crate to the side however, with random damaged parts in it. The pile contained inside also seemed to be growing larger and larger.
Suddenly feeling the ship impact. "So it's begun." Muttering these words to herself, she gave a sigh of relief. That would mean the engine could recieve a well needed rest, and hopefully complete repairs could be underwent, instead of these little patches she had been conducting.
While repairing the engine, she kept her other senses sharp, intent to detect any possible sounds of either damage to the ship through explosions or cannon fire. However, she noticed something. Rather than heard, it was more of a feel. The same feeling that she had when she used ferrum. There was ferrum being released out, and in a way unnatural to the world. There was a pyurgist.
Glancing at the engine, she bit her lip. Her job was to repair the ship. By all technicalities, she was not a combatant. Despite these logical reasons...there was an urge, to head topside. To join the fray, to dance alongside the flames. A sweet whisper from the corner of her mind.
Giving into the urges, she placed her tools down, grabbing the sword, before running towards the open deck.
Suddenly feeling the ship impact. "So it's begun." Muttering these words to herself, she gave a sigh of relief. That would mean the engine could recieve a well needed rest, and hopefully complete repairs could be underwent, instead of these little patches she had been conducting.
While repairing the engine, she kept her other senses sharp, intent to detect any possible sounds of either damage to the ship through explosions or cannon fire. However, she noticed something. Rather than heard, it was more of a feel. The same feeling that she had when she used ferrum. There was ferrum being released out, and in a way unnatural to the world. There was a pyurgist.
Glancing at the engine, she bit her lip. Her job was to repair the ship. By all technicalities, she was not a combatant. Despite these logical reasons...there was an urge, to head topside. To join the fray, to dance alongside the flames. A sweet whisper from the corner of her mind.
Giving into the urges, she placed her tools down, grabbing the sword, before running towards the open deck.