((@GM: Not cool. Not cool.
Also, is Maria going to appear again?))
"Hey girl, I know that will probably happen, but it is the path I chose. This is what makes me happy, the same way your pirating does. I like challenges, I like taking down the wicked and saving the innocent. It is a difficult task, but I don't shy away from it and try the safer, easier path." Mordekhai said back to Maria, his voice as relaxed and firm as always.
"My life of struggle can only get sweeter as long as I have someone by my side...But in your case, that would be someone who will stab your back to take over your ship. Sleep with an eye open, pirate. Living with bad people tends to shorten your lifespan as much as fighting them does to mine." he completed with his voice showing a mix of good humor and a certain pity at her situation as she moved away from the airship.
Mordekhai considered shooting down the skiff - Maria was a killer after all, which meant that taking her down would be a service to justice, all things considered - but he knew the GM would put a finger on it he decided she was simply too far away and his shot would most probably miss.
As a response to her wink, Mordekhai took off his helmet and stared back at her, showing determination through his smile and face. He could not blame her entirely. She had her ways and he had his own; she thought herself right, and so he did. Even if he had that mindset, he still had to take her down...unfortunately, that would not be the day.
"Maria! Let us meet again and finish this fight one day, one on one." he shouted to the skiff and its occupant as it moved towards the main ship.
After bellowing his challenge, the young crusader simply turned back, helmet under one of his arms.
"I have to admit she was a worthy opponent." he said with a sigh. Attractive as well, he admitted even if only to himself, although he felt his apparent taste for determined, independent girls to contrapose his own behavior would probably the end of him...His thoughts once more floated back to Eria.
His adopted father had never told him much about that kind of thing - probably because old Veke was the perfect example of a veteran Zealot: old, unloved and almost penniless, even if possessing somewhat of a fame. The only occasion he remembered something remotely close to love advice from Veke was that time when he discovered about Mord's relationship with Eria and gave him a thumbs-up along with a smile full of white teeth, which only caused the young man to realize his adopted father could be lacking some screws ...Damned old man, could have expounded a little more on the matters of the heart, couldn't he?
"And I'm a long way away from getting tired." he answered Nepthym with a smile, putting a gloved hand on her neck, relief showing through his face as he saw she was well. "Let's move to the sub-deck." he completed, putting his helmet back on and spinning the thurible until its chain wrapped around and across the length of his forearm's armor.
Heal self, then move on to the sub-deck. If Aegnor's healing fails, heal him instead.