BA
Best not to slaughter every foeman on board unless necessary, you decide… you might need them to bring the ship back, after all. Plans laid, you descend on the vessel like an osprey on fish.
5
Someone shouts as you approach, winging a crossbow bolt at you—you snatch him as you pass, wheeling (back talon through throat and collar), and hurl him dead into another pirate—they topple tangled into the water, man and corpse. You land on someone as he sets hand to hilt, ripping his throat with a quick jaw-motion; you leap off his broken body, snap a man's skull between your teeth, and land again as his corpse drags behind you. You wheel in place, catching two men with your tail before they can charge you with hastily-drawn cutlasses—they fall back staggered, and you smoothly end their lives.
4
Six pirates dead in nigh as many seconds. Two more leap over the side in panic; five crumple to the ground, sobbing for their lives. The rest take up blades and pikes, circling you warily.
5
It's hardly a fight.
You leap from man to man like a cat, tearing their life-breath out with tooth and claw and lashing tail! The cutlasses can't get near you; you simply pirouette, crushing their wielders to the ground before closing for the swift kill. Two men with boarding-pikes advance from the back of the deck, seeking an opening—you leap around the rigging, arcing yourself to land neatly behind them. Three swift movements later, you've got one pressed against the side as the other bleeds out on the floorboards…
…you open your mouth. The ashes of his cranium drift lazily over the open water.
The deck is clear. The dead and the penitent litter its surface. Satisfied, you slither into the hold in search of your people and your HOARD…
1
A spearhead bores into the joint of your foreleg.
You screech, recoiling back—dissonant, agonized polyphony. The pirate wrenches his pike away, spattering golden-hot blood on the hull boards. Behind him, a man in velvet and steel holds his dagger to a woman with tied hands. Perhaps ten of your people huddle gagged behind her, men and women with fearful eyes and bound limbs.
"Off my ship," growls the captain. "
Right now, or I start stabbing throats."
Under your blood, the wood begins to smoke.
A) !!BURN THEM ALL!!B) Force your way past the pikeman, take down the captain. Surely he can't kill
everyone before you reach him.
C) Leave, for now... but return at second moonrise, to finish your act of revenge.
D) Try to negotiate. The captain's in a bad position here—maybe you can show him reason.
?) Something else?
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