Thread: Open Skies, Smoking Guns(Myself x F R O S T)

Serious as the mood was, the mercenary couldn't help but notice the almost playful way that Mercury, and his neko companion, who she saw had subdued her companion just as effecitvely, and silently. She had to give the two some respect, in that they had both pounced their prey quickly and efficiently, and with how similarly their tails batted about, they both seemed quite pleased with themselves. Part of her was glad that it had gone so smoothly. If she was going to be killed on the field of battle, she wanted to go down fighting, but if her fate was not to die this day, then she would happily go on to her next paycheck. She could only hope that the other mecenaries she was with had been as sensible, and that the other, inside, would be spared as she had. In keeping with his playful attitude, he seemed to be examining his catch, claw tapping along the metal that hid away her physqiue from his prying eyes, as if trying to determine just what he had, and what should be done with it. His breath smelled sweet, and fresh, nothing like the...well, meat and blood that she had anticipated, which certainly helped to put her at ease, and given that he had stripped her of her weaponand grabbed the soldier's rifle while he was at it, he hopefully wasn't going to kill either of them. She didn't know or care much for the brat pinned opposite her, but it was good that he hadn't done something stupid. He had a lot of life to live if he didn't do something to ruin it or throw it away. Gods damn the handsome dragon that was practically straddling her. Her life was on the line here, he could tear out her throat at any moment! So why did a shiver run through her when he called her a good girl. No matter how precarious things were, it was almost...seductive in tone. Out of place as the thoughts might have been, she would, being honest with herself, admit that she wouldn't have much objection if he took her as his spoils right there on the battlefield. Bah, fucking dragons and their good looks. The Neko winked at him when he smiled at her, and the soldier below would feel her purring slightly, even as the blonde mercenary felt a bit of rumbling from the dragon's chest when he spoke. Tragically, it seemed she was bound to be passed over to the boarding party along with her companion, to be secured above decks until the rest of the crew could be brought to heel. At least the Merchant would probably surrender. He had money to buy his way out, and no inclination to die, no doubt. She couldn't help but feel disappointed to know that she was going to be stuck with the soldier rather than allowed some private time with the dragon. Some consolation came when she found what was to be done with her, but for the neko and the dragon, finding that out would come later. Little surprise that someone else had come to investigate. Between the weapons being tossed about, and the lack of a report from the mercenary and the greenback, it had only been a matter of time, and fortunate for the boarding party that it hadn't been sooner, when a clear shot might have been possible at either Merc or the neko. As it stood, with him dispatched, though not without noise, the crew above saw their chance, and the din of battle was soon ringing through the ship, the hisss of the smoke grenade soon drowned out by the clashing of metal and gunshots. The soldiers were on the backfoot, no doubt, scattered and demoralized. Those unfortunate enough to lack pistols or carbines were at a further disadvantage, unable to effectively bring their weapons to bear in the close quarters. The long hallway provided one of few opportunities, and a trio of soldiers made to fire down it when they recognized the threat moving rapidly towards them, but between the dragon's speed and the empty rooms and alcoves along the way, it probably wouldn't be that difficult for the dragon to avoid them. It didn't hurt that the neko was hot on his tail, finding it hard to get a clean shot past him, but managing to snap off two nonetheless. One skipped off of the wall, but the other found its mark, not killing, but at least distracting one of the soldiers. That meant only two shots to avoid, as he could probably close the distance before the third recovered. Pistols empty, the neko could only wait for the dragon to make a movement, hoping that it would tip her off quickly enough to allow her to take cover from the rifles directed at them. She was quick, fortunately, and not an easy target to hit, though she admittedly did have to worry about the state of her top, as all of the running and the gunfire was not doing much to benefit the chances of her shirt staying intact enough to keep her chest wrapped up. At least most of the defending force was probably occupied with the attack from above. If they could punch through the guards down there, they could likely sweep up right behind the soldiers and find the merchant captain. That would be the last objective dealt with, and even if that didn't coax the soldiers to surrender, the pincer attack would be more than they could take, in their disorganized state. Then it would be a matter of figuring out what to do with them, if all went smoothly.