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Zolkor Immediately covers the deck around him and who ever was around altherion with his Anti-Magic Shell. The shell protected a few of them, but most of the undead were struck by the Shamanic Lightning the pandaren cast. Alas though, the attack seems little of use since all who were struck with the lightning were replaced immediately .

He stares out of the shell grinning with awe , this was what true power was.

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The crow's nest would have been shattered, if not for the natural instinct's of Vennathros' spider. The spider was a native to the harsh climate of Northrend, and as such its web was resistant to much of the weather of the killer continent. Sensing the tension in the air as Altherion viciously executed Reroma, Kaz'anet had spun a protective web above the crow's nest to protect both it, and its master, from danger. Lightning struck the web, but was diffused into the already flaming sails.

Momentarily shaken by the onset of the shamanistic storm, Vennathros quickly regained his overwatch position as his mechanical eyes scanned the crew of the enemy ship for the source of the storm. In the span of a second it isolated the magical focal points before locking on to the one whose will guided the storm: A pandaren shaman. His rifle already in position, the Dark Ranger locked his sights on the target designated by the heads-up display of his mechanical eyes. Another second to ensure proper compensation for the shaking of the ship, and Vennathros' clawed finger pulled on his trigger. A single round flew directly at the shaman, likely to hit anywhere from its chest, to its shoulders or legs. Anything to break its focus on the storm.

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Amalil lets out a low, almost animal like growl as he watches the beheading. Blood Elf or no Blood Elf, no one deserves to die like that. "Look's like there will be no negotiations." Amalil says as he takes a deep breath. He looks down into the water where the headless body fell, ignoring Altherion as he spoke "Ande'thoras-ethil, Sin'dorei.". Then the loud boom of the cannons brings his attention back towards the enemy ship, and the flurry of arrows and cannon balls heading his way.

As Longdang brings down his lighting, Amalil moves closer towards the water. "Shaman, help!" He shouts as his hands glow green. Longdang would be able to feel Amalil attempting to summon as powerful of a wind as he can infront of the Admiral to try and deflect the arrows, and maybe slow the cannon balls enough for Tuuroto to make an escape.

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"HEY! STAWP DAMAGIN' MAH SHIP!"

A colorful rug soared above the Redblade vessel. As it dodged arrows and cannonballs between the two ships, a short figure in bright orange fiery robes glared back at Longdang.

The figure turned back toward the dreadship and planted her feet on the carpet. She lifted itself to standing, riding the carpet like a surfboard. Arcane energy flowed down her legs to keep the magic carpet aloft and her feet attached. Small balls of fire swirled in each of her palms at her side. Her eyes set on Altherion.

"Guess who came back from the dead just for you, Althy," she sang as she whisked above the dreadship. A fireball punched at the anti-magic shell.

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Eleven rose from behind one of the massive harpoons on the upper deck as lightning shattered undead around it. It leaned over the contraption then threw its weight back, yanking the lever. The large chained hunk of saronite launched through the air and pierced another hole into the hull of the ship across the way. A whistle later, groups of undead were cranking the chains back. Eleven climbed atop the harpoon until they were taught, eyeing the cause of the lighting.

The Redblades would feel the ship aching and moving again. The gap between the two was closing - close enough to soon board. If the Redblades looked over the side to see the cause of this, they would find Eleven sprinting across the twisting chains. The agile creature flipped up onto the deck of the Redblade ship and swung a fan of throwing knives in Longdang's general direction.

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Cyllos watched as Reroma was brutally killed , anger filled his very soul and seethed through his entire body. He starts to shout commands to everyone on the ship. "Defend yourselves! Try to get the admiral out of the water!" He commands the cannoneers to fire the cannons towards the dread ship, attempting to sink the boat. As the boat came closer, Cyllos saw his chance.

He climbs up to the mast and swings from the rope onto the dreadship. Attacking and slicing the undead that attempted to stop him. But there was no stopping him, reasoning was put aside. All there was now was vengeance.

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The flying mage winced as a cannonball flew across her field of vision from the Redblade ship. She swung around and shouted, "Stop firin' at mah ship or you'll be the next thing launched from that cannon!"

The cannoneers took the hint. They were no good at this close range, anyway.

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The undead flesh broke easily from the mix of lightning, winds and Cyllos' light infused blade. What didn't break so easily, however, was the pure saronite that slammed against Cyllos helmet. The Paladin would be flung back into the captain's Quarters, a window left shattered, a door thrown far off hinges. A pile of corpses and plague barrels would break his fall, the latter barely kept from shattering and killing them all.

Having leapt into the breach of undead Cyllos formed, a construct stood tall. Far larger than either Altherion or the Draenei, the long-forgotten Blackguard had been waiting for someone to try and strike their Master. A single unit was left of Altherion's former bodyguards/Lich catchers, though it was enough to distract the Paladin.

With nearly rusted joints, the Blackguard marched towards the captain's cabin. To those viewing it, it seemed a suit of armor animated and forced to fight. Upon closer inspection, one would see it bore no weapons, rather, it's oversized hands served as battering rams or maces. Where the heart of a normal being would be, a dark crystal hummed, apparently the power source of this animus. In the few spots true flesh was visible, the parts seemed to be composed of long dead Vykrul, their skeleton forming the framework for the creature. The rust and oxidization of its pieces would slow the machine down to bearable speeds, but there was still massive force behind its assault. As it approached Cyllos, it raised an arm, ready to strike down at the Paladin.

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Jitters stood, momentarily blinded, by the arrival of the one he called Mommy. Upon viewing Lixxel, he tossed his daggers into the sea, merrily waddling onto the Redblade ship and climbing about the mast. The normally insane Minion seemed tame as he switched sides, eager to please the living, for whatever reason.

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Vennathros was distracted from confirming his shot at the shaman by a carpet zooming across his field of vision. The sheer amount of movement began to overwork his mechanical parts as they attempted to lock too many targets at once, both in the air and in between the two ships. A brief slap against the side of his head and the twist of a dial later, and his target-finding was choked down to a more reasonable number. His gun came back up in time to see the paladin swing onto his Lord's ship, and he clicked a few guttural commands to Kaz'anet before returning his attention to the flying mage.

His gun came up, but the mage's movement prevented him from getting a hard lock. Snarling in frustration, he fired anyway. The shot would have missed, at best catching the goblin's attention from the whizzing of a round passing near her.

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Down came the spider, scuttling down the mast. Operating on the command of "Deal with the borders," Kaz'anet chose her target based on what might prove the easiest kill. Spying the construct entering the bowels of the ship, the spider skittered in after it, deciding to help the massive thing against the paladin...

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Lixxel caught sight of the geist at the top of the mast. She paused her casting and smiled, but this was interrupted by a bullet slicing the air near her ear. The carpet swooped away from the place the projectile passed and she looked around for where it came from. There was a gun pointed at her from the crow's nest. She continued moving quickly, trying escape full-speed at the Redblade ship, up to Jitters.

"Aerial assault?"

"MOMMY!" He jumped onto the carpet, extending his freakishly long legs in the air for a second. When he landed, the same arcane energy flowed up his legs too. Lixxel gave him a brief hug. She was ALMOST used to the smell and could bare it for what was to come.

Soon, Vennathros would be met with a flying Jitters armed with grenades!

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For once, it appeared to Reroma that her insane plan might work. She trembled as his freezing hand ran up her body, but when it ended on her head she leaned into his touch. All at once, she felt elation, anger, sorrow... and pain.

By the Sun, the pain!

The huntress made an instinctive attempt to pry herself from him, but Altherion had her head firmly kept in place no matter how much force she pushed him with, how much she kicked, and all she was left to do was scream for her life even if she knew no one would come to save her.

Reroma felt everything--felt the infection spreading down her neck, felt the unspeakably agonizing burn as her flesh melted and fell away. She felt his unholy magic stab at her and blind her. In one last beg for mercy, one hand frantically brought itself to his shoulder and held, however weakly, to it. Her plea came out as nothing more than an incoherent gurgle as she bled from the inside.

And then it stopped. The torture had ended, but unfortunately so did her life.

Loc let out a roar in pure anger, baring his teeth and swiping at the undead in front of him on the ship, even though he couldn't reach them. Rage filled every fiber of his being, and his usual glow was amplified tenfold to show it. When the cannons fired, though, the only thing he could really do was stealth and leap off the tiny boat he and Tuuroto were on. If the draenei lived, the spirit beast would help him, but for now the only thing he could do was dive to get away from the undead ship before heading back to Nigel's Fury.

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Brought back to the present by all of the noise, Rhysta quickly looked around, seeking each comrade to check on their safety. Trying to gauge who needed her help most, Rhysta started sending out bursts of healing chi in all directions, avoiding sending anything directly toward the black vessel.

Then she noticed the ruined head, floating in the water.

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When he had slain his estranged wife, Altherion had remained calm. When he had his attempt at peace spit upon, Altherion remained calm. As the massive balls of iron and flock of arrows bore down on the Redblade lifeboat, he had remained calm. Even when small fires broke out on his own ship, he did not react in anger. Now, as Altherion regarded the water where Tuuroto had been, he let out an annoyed growl.

The cannonballs had shredded the boat, without any flashy displays or explosions. They had pierced the wood and shattered it into pieces, before scraping alongside the Redblade ship, and then sinking to the sea. The arrows rained on the water for a short moment, making it sizzle with plague and pointed ends. When Amalil had released his powers over winds, several of the arrows would be picked up, and they formed a whirlwind of blades that would butcher both undead and living alike.

Without a look towards his would be assailants, the Death Knight took a step closer to the railing of his ship. There, in the water, floated planks of wood and unquenched arrows. But there was no Admiral. There wasn't even a damned spirit beast to take pride in slaying.

Altherion didn't bother using his mental telepathy over his minions, instead, he shouted. "Find the Admiral. Alive. I want him in irons, and bound to the mast. He shall witness the death of his allies first hand." He then beckoned towards the waves, which began to glow with the mist from earlier. "Kvaldir! Rend the limbs off their healers, but let them live. I want them all to suffer."

Some of the undead slowed their assault on the Redblade ship, instead, wildly trying to find Tuuroto. Theirs was an idiotic quest, as the lesser undead didn't quite seem to comprehend that there were armed men trying to slay them. Others among the undead wisened up, ignoring the order and trying to put out the flames above deck. They crawled along Kaz' spiderwebs, or up the mast itself, throwing water onto the sails. With their folly or attempts at defense, the undead ranks did seem to be thinning. However, any living joy at that revelation would be stalled as numerous Kvaldir descended from the mist.

The former Vykrul tried to isolate the fighting to the Redblade ship, for while the true heroes were distracted, their massive weapons tore through healers and civilians alike.

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Noticing that the Admiral had vanished, Amalil turned his attention to the enemy ship. "It's now or never" he thought, moving to join Cyllos. As he did he heard sounds from behind him, and saw the massive Kvaldir moving onto the ship. He quickly moved forward towards one, jabbing his spear through the creature. He gave it a swift kick to push it off his spear before turning to the other Kvaldir.

He slipped his spear onto his back and raised his glowing hands shouting "Bandu Thoribas!" towards taking the shape of a mighty nightsaber. The eyes of the cat narrowed, studying each of the creatures for a moment. Then with a loud roar he jumped head first into one of them, raking his claws deep along its side and bringing it down swiftly. When it hits the deck Amalil moves quickly, biting into its neck and pulling back in a typical predator cat fashion. As he does, the Kvaldir explodes in a mix of mist and seaweed. This distracts Amalil for a moment, and as he finally turns to find his next target hes greeted with a boot to the ribs. Sending him flying against the mast hard, dazing him for a moment. As the barbaric creature moves towards Amalil, axe raised, he recovers and darts swiftly between his legs before turning and jumping onto the Kvaldir's back and digging his claws in hard as he rakes them down his back. Before the Kvaldir can recover, Amalil aims a powerful bite into its thigh. He quickly rips his head down, pulling what would be flesh and muscle from a normal creature, but once again the Kvaldir explodes in a spray of mist.

Turning, Amalil notices that more have boarded the ship. Chopping off legs and arms of those still alive. A rather large group have started to move towards him, the large weapons they carry at the ready. Amalil lets out another deep growl as he takes a moment to consider his options, eyeing each of his opponents. There were to many. Nightsavers were swift, but they were not meant for fighting this many opponents alone. He lets out a terrifying growl at the group, before he backs up. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this." Amalil thinks to himself, his bear form was unstable. At most he had spent a day in the form safely, but that day was spent carefully watched and guided by his Shan'do. And not in a combat situation. Not where it could taste battle..

But he had no choice, it was his best chance of surviving this. As the paws of the cat glowed green, he began to grow. His head narrowing into a longer snout and his body bulking. The smaller more agile dark blue cat now changed into a hulking black bear, his eyes blood shot and his body covered in scars. The bear let out a deep and powerful roar loud enough to echo over the sounds of battle and be heard by most. And as it eyed the hulking creatures moving towards him it snarled, and charged forward into the fight.

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Long watched as Amalil shifted into an impressively large black bear, then decided to join the fight. Longdang shouted "Aqualon, grant me your power!" and his own form began to change. In an explosion of shamanistic water magic, Long took on his Avatar of Water.

As the druid began tearing down Kvaldir, Avatar Long raised his hands towards the Bear and water magics rushed to mend its wounds. Long heard Altherions remark about healers and smirked, reached back and grabbed his enchanted shield and mace. Longdang chants quickly and a light glowing rain begins to drizzle upon the ship. The Kvaldir wouldn't notice anything from the rain, however Redblades would feel the pain of battle begin to lessen, the more rain touched them. As Long finished his spell and the rain went to work, a Kvaldir moved in on him, weapon at the ready. Realizing the attack at the last moment Long raised his shield and blocked the mighty blow. As the weapon connected a grizzly spirit skull materialized, shaking and screaming at the Kvaldir, which lost its balance and slammed to the deck. Long took that moment and blasted him with a powerful water burst, and it burst in a large watery explosion,

Long then turns back and chants another heal for Amalil. Long then turns and yells "REDBLADES!! ATTACK!!"

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Zolkor was laughing in glee at the bloodshed that surrounded him. He could not hold back anymore, he needs to join the battle. As he jumps off onto the deck below him, he raised his Rune Weapon Demise above his head to strike down one of the Redblade sailors who decided to board the dreadship. His head smashed in and exploded in many pieces covering any living or dead with brain matter and blood. Once dead, the soul would be absorbed into the Mace making it glowing frost flash as it finished.

Then he heard from Master Altherion that he wanted to find Tuuroto alive. He sighs with a frown seeing how his fun would have to wait if he wanted to get on his master's good side. He climbs up the mast and swings towards the Redblade ship and lands directly on it , making the boat deck splinter with the weight of his saronite armor. The other lesser undead searched frantically for the Admiral. "Come out to play..." The Death Knight taunted. "Or would you rather if I slay the rest of your crew?"

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Cyllos groans as he lifts himself up from the knockback. He looks up at the giant Armor Behemoth that stood over him getting ready to swing his arm down at him. In his mind he groans, "Ah Fel..." He dodge forward past the behemoth to find the spider coming right after him. He could either fight the Behemoth or the Spider, not both at once.

With quick thinking he shoots a massive exorcism at the Behemoth to either stun, knock back, or distract him as he throws his hammer of light down to keep all undead from passing through. Holy Lightning crackled among the ship searching for any undead to zap with holy Light. Satisfied that the spider was kept at bay, Cyllos turned to glare at the monster. "Lets dance!"

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The feral side made a mental note to its self "Panda friendly." as he felt the soothing waters calms his aches and pains. But the bear still tore madly into the Kvaldir swipping his massive paw at two, knocking one back and tearing a deep gash into the other stomach. As he did, a third aimed a spear thrust directly at the druid. Amalil just barely dodged, avoiding being run thru but still gaining a rather nasty cut. The bear let out a deep growl, a mix of pain and anger, before lunging at the enemy who wounded him. He brought him down and bit down on his head, crushing it in his jaws. The Kvaldir once again exploded in a large mist and seaweed splattered against the bears body.

With a slight trickle of blood coming down his back leg, he turned once again to the other two Kvaldir who were now being dog pilled and beaten by other sailors. Feral thoughts quickly raced through Amalils mind. "My prey, MY FOOD!" And he began to move towards the sailors. Amalil quickly regained control as the bear shook its head, as if to shake its self out of it. "No, I am in control here." Amalil thought to himself. Then he turned as he heard the death knights taunt. The bear let out a low growl and moved towards Zolkor, snarling and baring his teeth.

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Vennathros smoothly retrieved a special capsule from the pouch of bullets at his waist, reloading his rifle with calm efficiency as he studied the mage's actions. This new round was a special-made shredder round, originally meant to be shot at sails in order to cripple enemy ships, but a flying carpet would make a good enough target. He began to track her movements again, pondering about Jitter's apparent betrayal as he waited for the pair to get closer so that his shot had increased chance of dealing maximum damage. He recognized the danger the grenades might pose, but he trusted in Kaz'anet's web, possibly too much.

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Down in the captain's cabin, a certain paladin would be in for a surprise. Despite being kept as a companion of the damned, Kaz'anet herself was far from undead, which might have been obvious to any who had seen the color of his webs--A lively white, rather than an ichorous yellow. The light of the hammer and the paladin's magics still blinded the spider, causing it to shriek in pain as it shut its eyes against the assault, but it did not feel compelled to flee. Not a fighter capable of going toe-to-toe between the might of a paladin and a Blackguard, Kaz'anet instead returned to the growing darkness as the paladin's magical assault began to fade. The tips of its clawed legs allowed the spider to easily scale the walls of the cabin, giving it a position on the ceiling to wait for a chance to strike as the two heavier fighters began to collide...

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Zolkor Turned his head at the beast. He shook his head and chuckled, "I see you redblades have a pet. How precious..." He charges his hand to shoot out an exorcism, but something was different. His old attack was fitted with a new one . A green skull shot at the Druid , he turned his head in awe as the attack flew over . "Interesting...Looks like I have to try some things out. " He grinned under his hood.

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Lixxel and Jitters closed in on Vennathros. When they were almost over the dreadship, the spell holding the geist to the carpet cancelled, and he leapt toward the crow's nest. In the same moment, Lixxel heard a bang and felt the same spell on her cancel itself. Shards from the shot tore at her legs. The carpet she had been riding for nearly three years ripped apart beneath her feet and she began to quickly descend.

Her heart pounded as she fell. The brief moment of relief when she cast Slow Fall in time was interrupted when she realized she was headed straight for the freezing waters of the cove. She panicked, looking around for a safe place to teleport, and in a flash of arcane magic, she appeared on the Redblade ship near the others.

Lixxel whined when she landed, realizing the pain in her legs. She looked to the others on the ship, some of which she didn't recognize.

Back on the dreadship, Jitters landed on the webs around Vennathros and tossed a grenade. He moved to jump away, but his long limbs got tangled in Kaz'anet's web. He cried out a garbled shriek at him.

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Amalil dashed wildly towards Zolkor, head lowered in an attempt to bash his hard skull into the Death Knights ribs, just as the spell was thrown towards him. It slammed into his front right leg and burned his skin. While it did slow the bears charge slightly he pushed forward. The thoughts racing through the Druids mind began to become more feral as the adrenaline ran through him, the pain was the last thing on his mind. All he could think of was ripping apart the evil in front of him.

As he reached Zolkor he changed his plan, instead he aimed a powerful swipe with his left paw at the Death Knights legs, trying to bring him down.

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A shot whizzed by Long's right ear so close he heard it piercing the air as it went by. He glanced about looking for the shooter as he sees Eleven flip onto the Redblades ship. The creature suddenly releases a fan of knives. Long quickly casts a water spell, which catches two of the knives in orbs of clear blue water. However one manages to fly pass his spell and punctures Long's belly through his mail armor. Longdang growls in pain and yanks the knife out, quickly healing the wound. The pain fades in seconds as Long looks up and glares at Eleven. He claps his hands together and as he spreads them apart white hot lightning crackles loudly between his palms. Long pulls his arms back and yells "Redblades ONLY!!" as he throws the lightning at Eleven.

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