MAKE 'EM BLEED / o, raid

[Kian.]

hold fast, tides are turning

"Hell yes." If he was entirely honest, Kian had been itching for a fight.  Not for any other reason truly, other than just to fight.  The rusty spotted cat was small.  Incrediably so, on some account, but he was a soldier.  A pirate.  He could and would deal whatever damage he could.  He had a crew to protect.  A daughter to protect.  Grinning, the pirate takes advantage of [member=323]fish[/member]  's concentration on Khaol, who was off to attack Beck.

Narrowing his eyes, the faerie aimed a harsh shove to the water spirit through a sharp gust of wind.

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