"Kill!" Winters, weaponless, lunged at the Tanilian facing him.
The pirate gunner was bowled over by Winters' tackle at the waist. Winters, disregarding other enemies nearby, desperately pounded his fists into the man's face and throat.
The other soldiers, coming to their senses, charged the enemies on the gun deck and the fight ensued.
The gun deck, less than two meters high, saw other soldiers one after another jumping down, sparking a bloody battle aboard.
The slender pirate beneath Winters, his nose and throat smashed by several punches, was bloodied and dazed. Instinctively, he reached for Winters' face and neck, frantically trying to gouge out Winters' eyes.
Dirty hands left bloody trails across Winters' face—this was not battle, just two desperate men struggling to survive.
