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

Despite mercury's irritation above decks, he did have a keen sense of awareness and very good eyes, noticing the looting above decks and of course also noticing the neko's stretch, which did keep his eye for a split second before he had moved on to the hatch. The dragon seemed to be at least slightly aware of the desires of some of the crew members, being a perceptive creature, and especially the captain, who did not bother hiding her looks towards him, but he also made it clear he quite liked those glances. He also knew the captain was one of the jealous sorts, but loved the attention and very much enjoyed teasing the other members of the crew anyway, always making sure to stretch when in full view and pretty much never wore much in the way of modest clothing. Mercury silently grinned to himself after landing, quite satisfied with his work at cutting through a plate metal and reinforced wood deck and feeling rather proud of his performance in this raid in general. He didn't however let this distract him, but did let it put a dent in his previously irate mood - a lucky thing for the two investigators that would soon enter the hold. From his spot he watched the neko land belowdecks as well in a frankly catlike fashion before darting behind her own crate, his attention shifting along with those glowing eyes to the source of a new noise entering the hold. Two intruders, one female from the smell, and one male, both of them were relatively young for humans... easy prey. Mercury didn't bother glancing out to see who was there, instead relying on other senses to locate the two of them. His reflective scales tended to make him somewhat bad at hiding even in the dark anyway, but he did have a trick up his sleeve to make him at least somewhat less noticeable. He perked hearing the voices and crouched lower pulling his wide wings over his shoulders much like a human would wear a cloak to both minimize his silhouette and provide himself with better camouflage. The backs of his wings were darker in color than the highly reflective fronts for aerial camouflage, though doing this didn't cover his silver hair or silvery horns. Fortunately both of their species also had excellent vision in the dark as well, the humans however were still adjusting to the darkness. He waited for a stern moment, feeling those predatory urges rising again before slowly and easily pulling himself up onto one of the larger crates in the hold and letting his fangs gleam in the darkness. There was plenty of room to pounce and the female hadn't noticed him at all. The Dragon silently waited there, figuring it was best for the neko to make her move first, but as soon as he noted movement from her direction he moved to pounce. Those strong muscles tensed and kicked against the crate, propelling his body towards the female, who turned in the direction of the scraping sound just in time to see the creature leaping at her. Mercury hit the female hard enough to knock the wind out of her and stifling what would have been a cry of suprise, moving fast enough that she did not even manage to release a startled gasp before being pounced upon by the fearsome creature. Mercury hit her with four limbs, locking his talons on her weapon upper arm and around her mouth and pinning her to the ground with his knees. They both hit the ground with a quiet thud on the ground, Mercury's body pressed firmly into hers, chest pressed up against her chest almost as if he were embracing her and wings folded to either side. For a Dragon he was actually fairly light, even lighter than a human male of his size, but the talons he sported made resisting a frankly terrible decision. From here killing her would be as simple as twitching a muscle, yet he still left his tail free in case his 'guardian angel' ended up needing help with her adversary, he was easily in range to impale the man through the torso or slice off a limb with the long, dexterous appendage. Move, scream, and I will rip your throat out He hissed to the mercenary, oddly feeling generous with her, making his point by dragging his talons along her arm, easily tearing through clothing and cutting into skin to demonstrate how easily he could simply murder her. Luckily for this woman however the quicksilver dragon was in a better mood than before, so he felt he would spare her if he could. Were he one of the dreaded chromatic dragons like a red or yellow he would probably have a mouthful of her flesh and be watching her bleeding out, or drawing it out himself. Metallic dragons at least had a sense of decency and killed when it was necessary more than when it was entertaining. The mercenary complied with the dragon's threat, lying as still as possible and with fear clearly in her eyes and seeping from her skin, allowing him to glance to the Neko to ensure everything was alright on her end. If they were they could signal more crew members to tie up their new hostages or dispose of the bodies before moving on to deal with the rest of the soldiers.