Athers roared and leapt forward into the flow of enemies. His blade snaked out, slicing cleanly through one. Another man swung a cutlass at him. The Night Eagle parried, then punched the man in the face and ran him through. He stepped back slightly, for an instant taking in the scope of the fight.
For that first instant it looked like the mass wave would break through. The HDO and the Eagles were still rushing on deck and the crew of the Glory was overmatched. This was before the rushing pirates ran headlong into a volley from the Eagles and HDO that had gotten organized. It was like watching a man slam into a brick wall. Hordes of them crumpled then, and as the next groups pumped coordinated volleys into them, and as the light swivel guns on the rails, packed with musket balls, erupted into them like shotguns. A wave of blood seared the deck and the pirates looked to be on the edge of breaking.
Then the other enemy ship slammed into the first, using it as a bridge. Another wave of pirates came over, yelling and waving their weapons wildly. That was when it became a brutal melee, knots of men battling each other across the decks. Bayonets stabbed, musket butts collided with skulls, fists flew and swords slashed. Screams broke the still night air, as did the crack! of muskets firing.
Athers was in the middle of it, his sword flashing as it struck and parried with equal aplomb. He blocked a slash from one vicious-looking man, then twisted the strike away and counter-thrust. The man crumpled. Athers smiled, then looked up. He saw Alex rushing out of the doorway to join in the battle, a musket in hand. Above him on the stern, he saw Captain Drashgorth and Sir Arya battling to hold. Arya had two pistols, one in each hand, and he discharged both at close range into his attackers while Drashgorth engaged with a cutlass. Arya then seized a musket and fired before advancing with his bayonet. Athers snarled, then jumped to avoid an axe and turned. He sprinted up the stairs, avoiding combat as he could, and joined the captain and Arya.
Hell of a fight. He thought as he decapitated a man coming up behind the Lord.
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Alex Armitage rushed back inside the Glory, trying to move faster. He had seen a group of men shove their way in, and in his humble opinion, the last thing anyone wanted was Ilduce or Catherine in the enemy's hands. He rushed past Anna's closed door and hit the stairs at a dead run.
Below he saw a dead pirate on the stairs. He swore, drew his sword, and leapt down to the bottom.
He saw a scene of chaos below. There were four more pirates that had cornered guard, who pointed a sword at them. Any minute now they would charge. Alex landed behind them and ran one through without pausing. The others began to turn around, causing the guard to lash forward and catch one in the arm. He let out a bloodcurdling screech and dropped to the deck.
The third man swore much more colurfully then Alex, and lashed out at the guard, his blade biting into the man's leg. The soldier screamed and went down. Alex snarled and punched the fourth man in the face, then ran him through and shoved his body away. He parried a strike from the last man, then slammed him into the wall in a brutal shove and brought his sword up. The other man ducked out and stabbed at Alex. The commander of the HDO jumped away, then swept into the attack and sliced his opponent's hand off at the wrist. A quick thrust and it was over.
The third man, on the ground, tried to rise. Instead, the guard yelled and planted his bayonet firmly in the pirate's spine. The man jerked convulsively before thudding to the deck. Alex turned to the guard.
"Did anyone get through?"
"No, sir." The guard replied. "That was the last of them."
"Good." Alex said. "Can you make it to the surgeons?"
The man thought that over. "Sir, Captain Athers told me to guard this room with my life and that's what I aim to do. I don't think that it's that bad, though, all-told."
Alex raised an eyebrow at how the man had dodged the question. But someone did need to guard Catherine. "Right. How will you fight?"
"Just help me get all the powder and shot and guns around here."
Alex grabbed a few pistols and helped the man to a position with decent cover. He then grabbed a few more guns and some powder, then paused.
"I don't think I should leave you alone." he said. "There's only one of you and-" And then he remembered Anna. He swore. "Never mind. Watch the door!"
"Yes, sir." The man said with a salute. Alex didn't pause to listen. He had a charge to protect, too.
He practically vaulted the stairs on his way back up, a loaded pistol in one hand and his sword in the other. He came up the top of the stairs and saw that Anna's door was open.
"Oh, no." he whispered. He heard a hoarse cry come from inside, then Anna scream in pain. Alex tore over to the door and looked inside.
Anna lay on the bed, her face white with agony and a stream of tears visible on her face. A knife was on the deck beside the bed, and one of the four pirates kicked it away contemptuously. One of the others was standing over her, returning his pistol butt to his side. He hit her. He hit her in her wound! She must have drawn the knife to try and fight!
Alex didn't pause. He stepped almost casually into the room as the one that had hit Anna grabbed her by the front of her shirt and heaved her upper body off the bed with an angry snarl. Alex didn't pause to listen to what he said, didn't pause to even look at him. He just ran the first man through. He stiffened and issued a choking gasp. The other men - save the one holding Anna - turned. Alex didn't really see that. Everything was in slow-motion, and a red haze filled his vision.
His sword licked out again, neatly slicing open the belly of the next man, who screamed. Alex skittered forward and ran him through the back of his neck. The second man shouted for his living comrade, who dropped Anna and turned. Anna yelped again as her head slammed into the wall. Alex stepped forward smoothly, parried an overhead strike from the first man, then shot the other from under the parry and kicked the survivor in the groin. As that pirate staggered back Alex slammed him in the face with his sword hilt and then cut his throat. It was only then that time came back to full meaning.
It was like a wave of blood had burst in through the window. Everything was coated, up to and including Alex and Anna themselves. Her bandage was rapidly turning crimson again and her hair was dyed with the red liquid. Her face was also dripping blood. It belonged to the carcass with a bullet lodged in his skull that had collapsed onto the bed, at least, and not her. She was still white beneath the red, though, and when she spoke, Alex could hear the pain in her voice that she fought to keep under control.
"Now you've gone and ruined my hair! Thanks a lot."
Alex was breathing like he'd run a marathon, and yet he'd fought harder and killed more in his life before. He said the first thing he could think of.
"You still look beautiful to me." That had the virtue of being true - he could still see her eyes amidst the carnage and they still had the same light as always, even if married to sharp, agonizing pain.
She froze and looked at him. For an instant she said nothing. Then she reached up and grabbed him, dragging his head down and kissing him.
An explosion rocked their world and a flash lit up the night.
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Athers and Arya roared together and shoved. The barrel of gunpowder lurched, slamming down the stairway and into the charging group of pirates like a bowling ball scoring a strike. Substantially more then ten pirates were slammed in all directions, however. It crashed through the railing, rolling straight onto the first pirate ship. Drashgorth laughed like a crazy man. Then he tossed the flaming bottle of rum.
The explosion send a blast of light searing out hundreds of yards, and the pirate was set merrily burning, all his canvas turned into kindling. The pirates aboard the Glory screamed in terror - if the first ship burned, so would the second.
Coincidentally, so would the Morning Glory, but Athers, Arya and Drashgorth were prepared to take that risk.
A voice echoed above the chaos. "Retreat! Fall back to the Victorious!"
"Dammit!" Arya swore. "That's Lord MathNerd! Bloody traitor!"
Athers was inclined to agree. That was when he noticed the group of men coming from the hold. He pointed. "Isn't that Ilduce!?"
Arya swore again and pounded his fist against the railing. "It is indeed! Damn! Those traitors are winning!"
Athers snarled. Drashgorth clapped them both on the shoulders. "We canna' worry 'bout that right now. You two lads set fire to the pirate's o'ter ship, so we got ta' cut ourselves free and let 'em burn before we join 'em!"
Arya looked ready to argue. Athers simply leapt over the railing to the lower deck, landing in the rapidly downsizing melee and racing for the rail. Once he got there his sword rose and fell, slashing line after line. After a few moments, he noticed other crewmen and a steadily swearing Arya had joined him.
A flaming piece of canvas landed on the deck. Athers rushed over and seized it by one of the non-flaming parts, then raced for the deck. He pitched it not just over the side, but right onto the already-burning enemy ship. He laughed as the last of the lines was severed and the vessel drifted away from the Morning Glory. Then he and Arya turned to the last knot of pirates. They were making for the rail themselves, probably to swim away.
Arya and Athers bulled into them, swords drawn. Arya decapitated one man in an instant, while Athers ran another through. Athers saw another man, and grabbed his throat before stabbing him in the base of the spine. Arya, however, came face-to-face with what looked to be the captain of the pirate ship.
Arya slashed high first, and the captain parried. Arya hacked again, then stabbed. Both times the pirate simply parried. With a gruff shout he then attacked, pushing the English Lord back several paces through sheer ferocity. Arya dodged a thrust, then slid a cut in on his opponent's thigh. The man ignored it completely and swung again. Arya managed to block, sweat running down his face. The Lord then thrust again, catching the man in the same spot as he had before. He grunted and punched Arya in the face. Arya recoiled against the rail. With a shout of victory, the burly captain jumped in.
Arya dropped to the deck and seized the pistol abandoned there in the same motion. The captain slammed into the railing with a whoof, but made no sound when Arya shot him through the chest, the bullet emerging from the top of the man's head. Instead, the pirate simply leaned over the rail, as though looking at the sea, and fell into the water soundlessly.
Athers turned and saw Arya heaving himself upright a moment later. The last of the pirates were surrendering, and the commander of the Eagles felt sure that the second enemy ship - which was visibly disconnected from the raging inferno to port that masqueraded as a vessel - would pull back. It had done all it could do.
Now to find out what Alex had gotten himself into. And to check on Anna.
-L