Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190911130200

"Freakin idiots!" she gasped at the sight of the crew diving into the water one by one to confront the enemy, right in its element. Surely they didnt think they could win... Really, these people were either super brave or just stupid!

More tentacles slithered onto the deck, coming for Jett and the shotgun wielding lady that came to her defense. She was doing well, blasting them apart in a shower of wet, meaty chunks and splinters of bone armour, but eventually one made its way past her guard while she was fighting another.

The SAINT raised her weapon, hissing as it lunged. She did her best despite her wounds, werestling it to the ground while rying not to get tangled again. Her Piranha flashed and chopped down again and again, but she couldnt muster the strength to break its armour.

Seeing the creepy lady with the black runes didnt help either, Despite everything, Jett couldnt help but feel jealous at her rapid, ruthless, almost elegant destruction of her many enemies, while Jett struggled to hold her own against even ONE.

Must be nice having a semblance, whenever she unlocked her's, she hoped it would be something cool like that...

She felt the tendril latch onto her ankle again. With a part sob, part grunt, she squirmed, failing to kick it off. The girl was already exhausted and in severe pain, already way past her limit. fingers scrabbling against the floor, managing to grab a loose iron bar as a hold to keep it from pulling her overboard.

With the last of her strength, she roared and chomped down on the twisting appendage, gasping as blood filled her mouth, the squid's? Her own?

She wrapped an arm around the tentacle, dragging her battered legs over and locking them around its back... After everything that night, wrestling a Grimm into an armbar didnt even seem as wacky as it sounded anymore.

Fighting to hold on, she jammed her cleaver grip first into its side and pulled the trigger. A sharp hiss of gas propellant, and the harpoon burst cleanly through the tentacle, still shooting forward and buried itself in the other one fighting Maris too.

Writhing in pain, its thrashing grew even more frantic. She wisely let go before it could hurl her off the ship, detaching the entire reel of her weapon's wire. Now bound together like with a needle and thread, the two tentacles whipped back, breaking her grip and slamming the girl into the deck, missing several teeth.

She gasped softly, no longer moving. Jett choked and coughed up a mouthful of blood, eyes hazy. She saw the shotgun girl nearby and gurgled through her ravaged jaws "Guuhgoo..."