Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20191005115442

She blinked as he moved away, feeling a moment of panic and confusion. She tried to follow him with her eyes, straining her neck as much a she could, but only moving an inch before dropping again. Her torn jaw hit the floor, making her wince at the sharp pain.

To Jett's relief, she heard his footsteps coming back. Dust wasnt leaving her alone after all. She felt a cold, prosthetic hand grab her own and pressed something into her palm. Grunting with surprise, her fingers brushed over the rough, leather bound grip. A sword?

She didnt have the strength to pick it up, let alone swing or fight with it. But she was grateful, her hand gripped onto it tightly, taking in the little comfort and safety it offered. Even if it was useless, it put Jett at ease.

"Ngheeeng..." she moaned softly, trying her best to form the words, and hoping he got the message anyway. "Thank you"

More shouting came from somewhere else in the boat, followed by the loud reports of a large firearm. More fighting? No, the blasts were spaced evenly apart, and a dull red light washed over the decks from above like the sun. Someone was firing signal flares!

Hope filled her for a moment, as she heard a distant rumble of another ship's engines came from across the water. But she remembered their predicament... It must be one of the criminal's backup boats.

She couldnt move, and the last she saw Lustra, the Huntress had jumped straight into the water to fight the squid, dead for all she knew. Dust would fight, but surely he couldnt stand against the entire crew of both ships by himself...

When it comes, the other ship would not be bringing rescue, only a swift death awaited them.