Sparks engulfed Jakery, breaking him down into an atom before rebuilding him offshore. He smelled the putrid mixture of salty wind and gunpowder.
Grey clouds escaped out of fired cannons, which were slowly reloaded by the motivated crew. They pushed the cannon ball into an opening in the back, then slid a hatch closed to ensure it wouldn't fire the wrong way.
Another Variant would pour some more gunpowder into the cannon, then lifted a burning match over the small opening. Causing it to erupt with fury, sending the projectile hurling towards the shore.
Jakery gritted his teeth, electricity began flowing through his veins. Just like that, a volley of thunder ignited the skies. Bringing all eyes above.
He manifested his anger towards the false peace talkers in the form of an electrical delivery straight to one of their ships. It rocked over the water, causing many to lose balance.
Those that remained standing took out daggers and short-swords to combat the invader. They charged, howling in both anger and fear.
But before they could even reach Jakery, they met swift ends as electrical currents boiled their insides. The second the currents kicked up, their hearts stopped working.
Several eruptions kicked up, sending silver balls barreling through the open air. Two of which struck Jakery on the chest and shoulder. Dealing enough damage to draw out small amounts of blood.
Raw anger seethed out his eyes, as shown by the formally crystal green quickly transforming into a sky-like blue. Despite facing down the Light Legion, he had never felt this type of way.
He wanted to slaughter each Yarnin Variant, killing them on the spot for faking then taking from them. Just the thought of how they treated him and his group compared to Kellenas and his Ferals disgusted him.
Yet he didn't want to take them all so easily. He wanted to give them a chance, just so they could struggle a while longer before they eventually gave out and died.
So he lowered the intensity of his Third Rule, then manifested one of his two daggers. The fine black steel reflected the dark clouds that stormed inside his mind.
"I'm here," Jakery's voice was an eerie deep. "I am here, but are you leaders? Did your Prophets and Oracles tell you how the Nine have forgotten about you all? Because if they cared, you would've stayed sleeping this morning."
With a furious battle cry, Jakery charged at the frightened Variants. Most of which were retreating in hopes of fleeing from the crazed killer.
However, two brave souls stepped up to challenge him. They both hand their pistols ready, along with their short-swords.
Before Jakery could get in arm's reach, the first Zegi delivered a hard blow to his stomach. Dazing him for a brief moment. Then they dashed behind Jakery, keeping his attention.
In response, he tried to swipe at them with his own dagger. However, his arms weren't big enough to reach them. Allowing the other Zegi to let out a shot from their pistol, striking the back of Jakery's head.
Hair, skin, and bone flew off. Painting his shirt in a deadly crimson. The blood oozed out like a nasty spoiled drink. Bringing out an even darker side of him.
The first Zegi kicked Jakery back towards their ally, allowing him to drive his dagger into the heart of the second. Killing them right away. That's when the first realized what had happened and came in to attack.
Yet Jakery was not done, he wanted something more violent. So he cave into those desires and struck. First, he spun out of the Zegi's way in order to get an opportunity to cut a limb.
When he found it, he cut the attacker's left arm off. Then he spun again to the attacker's back and used the momentum to cut their left thigh down to their right ankle.
On the Zegus' way down to the floor of their vessel, they tried to shoot Jakery again. Only to get a boot to the chin, all they could see as they felt their arm being torn off.
"Let this be an example!" his voice thundered at the other fleeing Variants.
Jakery then dragged the dying Zegus towards their frightened allies, and threw them off the side of the ship. Letting the salt agonize them in their final moments as blood loss raced against drowning for the kill.
After witnessing the needlessly violent kill, all other Variants abandoned their ship. Jumping off in hopes of another crew coming over to aid them before any dangerous sea life got them first.
Before he took off after them, Jakery turned to Gale's Town. He saw the familiar structures in the distance, burning and crumbling as cannon fire deafened the ocean's howling waves.
The former city resonated with him, it was one of the many pieces of territory they took by force from the Light Legion during their rampage through the coast. Watching it all burn down seemed oddly funny to him.
Gale's Town once burned as a city beneath his siege, now it is burning as a town beneath the siege of an enemy. He thought of how crazy that went, how a place could suffer twice in such a short amount of time.
Distant figures stormed through the open roads, weapons in hand. They chased and shot other Variants, trying to lay complete waste just as Infinus did to Thawed Lake City.
Jakery felt conflicted, he wanted to attack the Trilogy members that roamed his town. So the survivors could escape and recover somewhere else.
But he knew he had committed to taking down the ships. So electricity surged through his veins once again, raising his hair and heightening his senses.
Clouds formed overhead, preparing themselves for the stunt he was about to pull. They rumbled and clashed, darkening themselves and threatening the attackers.
Who paused for a brief moment, looking up at the skies for what was happening. Cannon balls pierced the newly shaped clouds, almost mocking Jakery's attempt at manipulating nature itself.
And then everyone in the area, from open ocean to Gale's Town, had their muscles fail them at once. They couldn't move, each muscle in their bodies was too tense to move.
Then they looked up to the skies again, and saw a blinding blue figure descending from the clouds.