Post by Leigh Haskell on Apr 25, 2018 18:56:35 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] As the grappling hooks began swinging, Leigh took her place along the liferails at the starboard of the ship, crouching and lodging her hook into the rail, matching a hole that had likely been made by her on boardings previous. Eyes narrowing over to the crew on the merchant vessel - who were outright panicked, and struggling to ready their arms - she slid her revolver from its place on her belt and cocked it back with a click that wasn't the slightest bit audible above the rest of the action. She was ready for the signal, which came in the form of the firm tug from one boat to the other, her footing struggling only slightly as she held her balance against the shift.
With the signal received, Leigh quickly popped above the rail, firing off a shot at a sailor struggling to load a crossbow. She struck the bow itself, causing a slick ricochet which sliced his hand, doing little else but slowing him. At the same moment, eight others like her did the same thing with their own assortment of crossbows, muskets, and pistols. It was a rapport of bangs that stung the ears with a ring, but it was music to Leigh Haskell.
Fanning the magazine by quickly pressing the gun to her hip and flicking her index finger, Leigh was quicker than most of her crewmates. Even with one hand her revolver was faster than their muskets and flintlocks. Still, they all managed to be ready as the next signal came from Merlyn himself. "Take her a prize!" The Captain goaded, signalling for his flyovers to swing, and for the munitions to give cover. Flyovers could be easy targets for a good shot, and while Leigh seriously doubted the merchants had any stand-outs, it wouldn't do well to lose someone over an assumption.
In time with the acrobats making connection with the port of the target vessel, she yanked herself up once more, scanned the shitless animals for a target, and fired just in time. A hapless crown prick thought to aim his musket down at the captain, but Leigh and two others were on him in a blink. Her shot was more true than the previous, piercing the man's bicep and forcing him prone while one of the other shots went wide, and the other blasted his musket across the deck.
Leigh dropped for cover again, feeling a thrill of wind over her head as a bolt whizzed just above her. Her face was a manic kind of grin as she tried to swiftly fan the shot and get back up. There wouldn't be time to waste on signal three - the most difficult of them all. She was one of a few who could take another shot so quickly, the others being those crew who held off entirely on shot number two, as the time between the flyovers and the gangplank dropping was almost nonexistent. If no one saved their shots, the first crosser would be taken down in seconds. In this case?
Not many had saved their shots.
Leigh had done her best to keep the way safe, and had made a good enough shot to force her chosen target to misfire into the sails, and she'd even heard two other shots ring out from her right -- but it wasn't enough to stop the return fire from the merchants, aimed on the first crosser.
"This is the life he chose," She remarked to Nicole as she ducked back down, spinning the mag once more. Leigh wasn't sure how Nicole would be feeling about all of this (after all, it wasn't directly tied to her survival, as the prison break had been), but she wanted to offer some kind of comfort. And bare, uncomfortable comfort was what Leigh excelled at. As she did all of this, a volley of shots rang out from their side again, the musketeers finally reloaded. The shots were followed quickly by the whizzing of crossbow bolts - from both sides - and Leigh was soon adding into the noise with her own brand of bang.
She sent her fourth shot into the merchants as the boarding party finally made their way, only somewhat purposefully taking out an archer who was aimed cleanly at either Phoenix or her tin can brother. Her fifth came quickly after - she didn't even duck down as she fanned the revolver for the fourth time - managing to blow through the shoulder of someone baring down on a climbing flyover with a sword.
Leigh dropped down one last time, catching her breath and taking in the sounds of dropped weapons thunking and swords clanging and merchants screaming as, combined, the three teams reduced the ranged capabilities of their prey. That would mean it was the next team's opportunity to board.
Leigh eyed Nicole, her eyebrows raising and head nodding in suggestion that the girl should join the party. Then, she gestured with her gun, as if to say: "I've got your back." And it was somewhat true. For her last bullet, Leigh would make sure Nicole didn't get shot crossing the plank. Then, she herself would start to cross, giving her hook a chance to be more useful.
With the signal received, Leigh quickly popped above the rail, firing off a shot at a sailor struggling to load a crossbow. She struck the bow itself, causing a slick ricochet which sliced his hand, doing little else but slowing him. At the same moment, eight others like her did the same thing with their own assortment of crossbows, muskets, and pistols. It was a rapport of bangs that stung the ears with a ring, but it was music to Leigh Haskell.
Fanning the magazine by quickly pressing the gun to her hip and flicking her index finger, Leigh was quicker than most of her crewmates. Even with one hand her revolver was faster than their muskets and flintlocks. Still, they all managed to be ready as the next signal came from Merlyn himself. "Take her a prize!" The Captain goaded, signalling for his flyovers to swing, and for the munitions to give cover. Flyovers could be easy targets for a good shot, and while Leigh seriously doubted the merchants had any stand-outs, it wouldn't do well to lose someone over an assumption.
In time with the acrobats making connection with the port of the target vessel, she yanked herself up once more, scanned the shitless animals for a target, and fired just in time. A hapless crown prick thought to aim his musket down at the captain, but Leigh and two others were on him in a blink. Her shot was more true than the previous, piercing the man's bicep and forcing him prone while one of the other shots went wide, and the other blasted his musket across the deck.
Leigh dropped for cover again, feeling a thrill of wind over her head as a bolt whizzed just above her. Her face was a manic kind of grin as she tried to swiftly fan the shot and get back up. There wouldn't be time to waste on signal three - the most difficult of them all. She was one of a few who could take another shot so quickly, the others being those crew who held off entirely on shot number two, as the time between the flyovers and the gangplank dropping was almost nonexistent. If no one saved their shots, the first crosser would be taken down in seconds. In this case?
Not many had saved their shots.
Leigh had done her best to keep the way safe, and had made a good enough shot to force her chosen target to misfire into the sails, and she'd even heard two other shots ring out from her right -- but it wasn't enough to stop the return fire from the merchants, aimed on the first crosser.
"This is the life he chose," She remarked to Nicole as she ducked back down, spinning the mag once more. Leigh wasn't sure how Nicole would be feeling about all of this (after all, it wasn't directly tied to her survival, as the prison break had been), but she wanted to offer some kind of comfort. And bare, uncomfortable comfort was what Leigh excelled at. As she did all of this, a volley of shots rang out from their side again, the musketeers finally reloaded. The shots were followed quickly by the whizzing of crossbow bolts - from both sides - and Leigh was soon adding into the noise with her own brand of bang.
She sent her fourth shot into the merchants as the boarding party finally made their way, only somewhat purposefully taking out an archer who was aimed cleanly at either Phoenix or her tin can brother. Her fifth came quickly after - she didn't even duck down as she fanned the revolver for the fourth time - managing to blow through the shoulder of someone baring down on a climbing flyover with a sword.
Leigh dropped down one last time, catching her breath and taking in the sounds of dropped weapons thunking and swords clanging and merchants screaming as, combined, the three teams reduced the ranged capabilities of their prey. That would mean it was the next team's opportunity to board.
Leigh eyed Nicole, her eyebrows raising and head nodding in suggestion that the girl should join the party. Then, she gestured with her gun, as if to say: "I've got your back." And it was somewhat true. For her last bullet, Leigh would make sure Nicole didn't get shot crossing the plank. Then, she herself would start to cross, giving her hook a chance to be more useful.
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