All of these slams, slashes, and demon callings are loud, but none of them holds a candle to the explosion of noise that completely rocks the Pillager's Fancy.
As a dark silhouette ascends from Magenta's now-ragdolling form, alarm bells are being rung across the three boats.
Sandor cleaves for the monstrosity, but it bats him away, into the wall of the aftcastle. Still streaming, smoke-like at its base, from Magenta, it advances on him, until a shot rings out from the neighboring ship. A bullet tears through the black skull of the demon-beast, and he turns his focus upon a figure in the crow's nest of the Seaworthy.
Crewmembers with blades and guns flood out of each of the ships, and Al-Jinn, manning the wheel, takes wing immediately, cleaving along the monster's back.
A fog of smoke begins to set as a hail of gunfire starts, and blades meet the knees of the shadow. In seconds, it's all over. These pirates know what they're doing.
A unicorn wearing a captain's tricorne stomps on the monster, and it dissipates into smoke, then drawn into his horn.
"Who is responsible for this?"