The Seeker wobbling in distraught. Was he just going to sit here and allow his Crewmate to perish another tally? Did he learn anything? For someone of zero fear when broken and bent at concealed arm’s even the most durable foundations may crumble. The Captain couldn’t bear this anymore! He wouldn’t! Shelah was severely injured and in small tears. Preparing herself for her custom and wicked upbringing to come back in repeating. Her ruler the Banshee forewarned her of certainty all males were just the incarnation of single-minded destroyers especially the pirates who slipped themselves in unfortunately into her Isle’s proved. In a cycled pattern. She thought that self-serving and surviving for the fittest was likely in his nature especially when in this spot. Despite this, the Captain was outmatched here. He stepped forward before plummeting arch and stammered in a shout against his opponent whatever that right Red-Hand could do. “No! Don’t ye’ touch her!!!” Drawing in he’d lower in submission his forehead into the surface near the boots of the assailants right before his tone came too commanding in fight… He conceded his pride and greed into the bowels of priorities.

“Oh…?” The blacked coated individual took the chum but then sighed unimpressed, “Guessing this is one of those, kill me pleas instead of the other?” Rearranging his reckoning towards the Captain’s visage slowly in creeping unless could be convinced with raw meaning. Humiliated in this breakage but he wouldn’t… Couldn’t ever allow his vows to be broken again. He would rather charge and plunge himself and advisory into the cursed depths. Though… He had one gambit with his keen observance. “Ye aren’t any surprise contractors. Hired from below decks by Princess Unitard? Then I’ll buy yer service out. Obviously yer skilled and coming across contacts and getting gil has become redundant. Though, I can offer better than the other guy.” He’d flare and intensely flash his stare with a collective and confidence succeeding himself in all convincing. Having to result in exposing himself alive to assassins wasn’t probably the wisest. Though as often dead man tells no lies, and he very much was dead if this didn’t work! Now, this was mildly amusing and unique. The Captain would be a fool to lie to him right here in this dangerous revelation. “What makes you believe I’d ever exchange a client’s wish for slaughter?” Drawing an ilm back on his hovering hand. Captain clenched his jaw before remaining iron, “Cause ye are in business with pirates. This is a sport for you. Is your business model really that complicated t’ understand? You’d rather rake in the biggest pool. Regardless of whose life is in question, none of that is ever a concern. I know a man in your line, a bunch in fact. I’m not just some random accidental pirate ye hit. I’m yer golden ticket. I’ll exchange for our lives with the promise of relics of every single one I’ve collected in my sea-vessel. Not only do they fetch higher prices for gil but can only boost your blood-shedding possibly your enjoyment and creativity.” Swallowing under this restrictive tension. If this didn’t work, he’d have to hurl entire shoulders and body-weight and the last amount of force to bide enough for Shelah to muster a worm out if she could or accept their perish. Immersed the individual with a side of light and dark intimidatingly giving him a Gemini facepaint thought it out a split of his body. Admitting this situation was unique. They managed still even in their condition to give an actual challenge to his companion who was also barely conscious. And this pirate was willing to remove every single remaining amount of fortune for the sake of what… One woman? For the price of his past his last remaining infamy and namesake surrounding him. He’d give away all worldly possessions, a pirate nonetheless. He made it convincing enough it would have still been a ploy and last-ditch desperation for the Miqo’te. The reaping threat decided to address his own cohort. “You heard everything, didn’t you? What are your thoughts.” He’d reach in and withdraw his red-right hand and draw out that hand that always stayed in his pocket. A golden rune on the exterior flesh glowed around before replenishing and nearly instantaneously recovering his wounded partner. It only solidified Captain’s instincts and hunches they never had a chance to win this absurd encounter. Fiona felt enlightened and peace sent through her as she finally emerged once again spunky and fiery, “Blimey about o’ time. Ya’ enjoyed me squirming out in agony that you did, you’re a freaky sadistic bastard…” After an awkward gut-wrenching pause, “Honestly, I had a laugh with em’, I’d like to reclaim their heads when they’re not little bitty wounded fawns.” Ironically she looked down on them despite her loss. Everyone just glossed and internally shrugged it off. Speaking nonchalantly about their deaths. Though each of them clearly would be more thrilled to hunt and overall slay something that gave them a rush than just a few second thrill rides this was their comparable sex. “Fiona, go check out if he’s telling merit, count your blessings then for this one exception, we’ll see. Pray, you’ve enough to buy a temporarily freedom.” They’d quietly leave verifying Captain’s plunders were genuine. Now attaining an arsenal of his main-stay including his trusty Scimitars of the Voidal series, alongside any other thing that looked valuable in coffers and pouches. Though while Shelah looked a bit in disbelief, Captain reflected his own opposite in relief. He’d check on her. Now completely understanding just who her devoted Captain was at the core. Still, she couldn’t help but muster weakly in detest, “...Wh-y… --Why, you’re the leader! That was your LIFE!” Outcries ejected from her by his sacrifice of accolades, accomplishments, and ‘valued’ treasures stockpiled throughout all his legacy.

A point fired aim came from the final chambers of Shelah’s sniper in her last resolve of energy. It whizzed past as Fiona dodged but wasn’t aiming at her all necessarily… It instead hit the Captain who was propped up eyes twitched and widely open. Shelah flooded in a bay of tears before slipping into consciousness her weapon of arm’s dissolved into her own self. Did she just...turncoat? Was it mercy shot knowing they couldn’t win? It shocked their opponents as Captain’s carcass thudded onto the surface. Utterly before the arrival of the two massive armored Roe juggernauts, they fought earlier, a whispered discussion was had for a planned formula for their tag-team. <”Worst case n’ a battle… Shoot at my right eye.”>                            <”...That’s insane Captain! Even for your standards!”> She responded between their rooms. <”Not fer yer shot. I gladly entrust my life to you.”> Gallantly declaring with such a brief brim smile that could broaden over any horizon. The assassin paired were both stunned, their feature’s expressed entirely awe. “They’ve gone mad!! Hahaha, I love it! How poetic! Unholy Rhaglr lass! Ya’d make one superb killer for hire, so brutally cold!” Fiery lock’s approved by her opponent. She was constantly a wonder. Even the gloved hand of scarlet reckoning was paralyzed, when was the last time he was feeling this sensation? Come to think of it, that cripple who just bit the dust looked awfully familiar. But it was such an irritating fog that blocked his mind. That blasted grin the scoundrel often shredded a distant memento. Fiona composed herself almost chillingly quickly. “Shame ye have t’ die. A hit is a hit.” Mumbling between bladed-mouth, Shelah used her last-ditch concentration and strength to fire that one shot that was overseen to her own Captain. There is more than the atypical elemental table, fire, wind, water, earth, ice, lightning. Who could forget the element of surprise! The trench-coat adorer saw Captain’s body twitch then sat up. Noticing what they had planned. “FIONA!!” He’d call out to his own companion but too late! Captain’s storage eye opened up into a cosmic star <Starsight> What was vaulted was that bullet he became Shelah’s ricochet mirror. The bullet’s velocity came and returned at hyper high-speeds it was collected and hit the woman square in her throat straight through. Sending her instantaneously into devastating defeat. The bystander view pieced together what happened. She deliberately shot at him whilst expecting his posture was self-sacrificial in the entire process both Captain and his Sniper entrusting one another. He preemptively must have unlocked that technique to calculate her fire rate. During all the other previous battle’s Captain wasn't entirely useless. He was studying his crewmate’s pace. Instinctively collecting data of his surroundings. Even despite his shortcomings. Whenever using Star-Sight, The Captain took the impact of whatever one thing absorbed into him, in this case he took a nasty recoil shock. Unresponsive until given a reprieve to re-grip and unleash what was cast aside. Back when Captain, his endearing Navigator, First Crewmate alongside Shelah’s induction into the Crew. Judas was responsible for strategically devising a meeting where all of them shared in their abilities and fighting styles believing orchestrating in tag-teamed behavior was the highest chance to yield survival especially under injured conditions or weakened stamina. The four pair conversed in rotation one on one meetings even despite any indifference's they may have. It didn’t change they’d all operate as one when the going was tough! The wolf pelted assailant crashed into the pavement of the deck boards gurgling on her own ichor.

 Curiosities were killers and fortune-filled coffers that rewarded boldly and swallowed unequipped venturers. Shelah quickly leaped backward to try for advantage in the shooting but she’d tilt ahead to notice and feel the breath of a kissing dirk striking against her shoulder disrupting the wind, a partner to an assigned sniper, she had the same technique as Captain’s a modified and elevated move on the Shukuchi or ghost-step. The cut against the Duskwright’s arm shredded an amount of spurting violent rain, that soaked on this savage-fighters face she’d gobble and wipe it up with using her own flat secondary blade and slather it for new face-paint, a trademarked habit to wear her slain victim’s as her battle paint. Sadistic but twistedly was seen as ‘honor’ to prey, by Fiona’s standards. The Elezen’s arm weighing more, her rifle was special, known as a Kog’we from her origins was often weightless but acquiring an injury to her main shooting limbs was dangerous. That arrow’s shaft luckily was also unusually made of the same thing and deflected a second hit that wouldn’t be acquired if Shelah didn’t keenly use those advanced senses. Captain struggled to know his crewmate’s intentions or plan. Though snapped out of his state something triggered in those Red-Gloved words that made him begin trying to think of means to escape this situation. Shelah and Captain had one fail-safe plan, but his sniper would have to acquire the opportunity to hit that target. Not moving was vital for them. Shelah raised up shooting a chamber shot that caused Fiona to break out manically and laughter challenging the velocity of the bullet and deflecting it with her steel at the right angle. Uplifting it up, Shelah fired another, six bullets left within the mag which, unlike her rifle, were natural bullets that required ammunition and to fill, reload, replace them organically. The first one deflected Shelah focused her sight on stopping and halting its velocity. The second one was a dummy shot, Fiona was rushing forth, juking this one, a third low shot she took in how her ranged opponent angled for precision and would leap over by studying preemptively. The fourth shot came whizzing and whiffing seemingly, unimportantly signaling that this sniper was out of her match, she was desperate now, the fifth accompanying right by requiring that to block or dodge by Fiona or it’d hit her in the heart. She crossed her-blades to deflect. And ran through it. This savage relished in despair. That was her dance or <Improvisation>  Why among her assassin’s organization she was infamously heralded in the silent’s of her colleagues as the Chaos Swan. Her movements were graceful. Shelah’s fourth shot ricocheted off the paused bullet frozen from her time-clocked-halt irises in effect, to angle back in a trajectory towards Captain’s ship, where her crow’s nest and look out, she held hanging stoned talisman’s that looked like slabs of hollowed mirrors but they were surfaced with a special stone solid that helped deflection, but they were her ‘territory’. Within the velocity of her Nest, she took advantage of her axis, times, measurements, and placements, inside her head, the world was on a grid. The tickling clocks of overabundant watches sleeved on her arms allowed Shelah to close out all other thoughts and focus on them individually honing in on them with her Elezen ears. She solved her armed-shots like a blueprinted tactician, on her Island. She was the weakest and hadn’t brawn and couldn’t win ever physically against Elder-Sisters. While normally bullets colliding with others wouldn’t result in a rebound Shelah’s quantum stoppage prevented the object’s flow of aether and every function to become stationary on stand-still. This was like creating a wrapping point for her bullet to bounce at off the same energy values depending on her angle, which recalibrated the wind soaring into a heard ‘twang’ it hit back at her hung assortment of her ranging rubber-hollow wards. Sending that concentration once again back.