Taking a steady breath she steeled her thoughts and reached into one of her leather pouches. She felt the familier storage magic of the enchanted bag reacting to her unspoken request. In matter of seconds she pulled out her Broadsword, flickers of blue light from the bags enchantment activating, ran across the summoned weapon. She held it in front of her and shifted her feet, ready to protect the object of her mission with all she had.
The claymore wielding thug snorted and glared at the defiant girl. "Hah! Looks like we're going to have to do it the hard way, that's fine with me!" His partner in crime laughed and pointed his shortsword at her. "Seems like we gotta teach this girl a lesson before we do anything else!"
The sailor still on the main deck took one look at the three and ran to his captian. When he reached him, they both shared a look before settling to watch the battle that would determine their fates.
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What took place next was a battle of sparking and clanging swords. Shouts of rage and frustration came from the men, they found themselves unable to land a good hit on the girl. She was surprisingly nimble on her feet, even if her sword skills screamed at how amateur she was at using the blade. Sweat began to from on her forehead, she narrowed her eyes and struck hard at the short sword wielding thugs head.
The man himself let out a pained shout and staggered before collapsing on the deck, the sword hit was strong enough to put a good dent into his helmet. The other man cried out in anger, he raised his claymore, intent on hurting the agile girl. "How are you still fighting? You were outnumbered and clearly lacked the experience to fight us. Damn it!" She remained silent to his words, a determined and firm light to her eyes. Her mouth set in a grim and tight thin line.
She slid over to the left and ducked as the man's long blade swooshed to were her head had just been. She heard the man growl at her, his armor was covered in dents and scratches. Yet her clothes and hair remained mostly unharmed. Small cuts from to close calls and heavy breathing from the battle was all she had. The man was slowing down, she new she could not match him blade to blade. So she conserved her strength and focused on wearing down her opponents.
She would strike when the time was right, defeating them with quick but non-lethal blows. A few more seconds of dodging and ducking and that moment to strike had opened up. She slid underneath the swinging blade, then jumped up and struck hard at the back of the man's head. His helmet echoed from the blow of her swords blade.
He made a pained sound before falling forwards face first to the deck. His claymore clattered to the deck.
A thick silence settled around the ship, the only sounds were her panting breath and the ships engine. She swallowed and stood up, she felt eyes on her. She turned around and met the eyes of the ships captain. Looks like she had some explaining to do...