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

Fortunately, the gaping hole that Merc had torn in the ship left enough light pouring in, together with the well lit hallway that the two investigators had come from, meant that it would easily take them a few moments to adjust to the darkness, and they would need to first turn from the light, which, given their fixation on the damage, was unlikely. That being said, it was probably for the best that the dragon crouched low and used his wings as a cloak, of sorts, as it kept any reflection from being picked up by the mercenary or the soldier, who seemed about prepared to pull back and make their report, at least up until they were interrupted by the neko and the dragon making their move. To the credit of the two, they reacted very quickly as soon as they saw movement. It was possible that the two, or at least the mercenary, who seemed the elder, and more experienced of the pair, had anticipated an ambush and had prepared for such, or perhaps it was pure instinctual reaction to the scraping noise. The girl didn't get far before the dragon collided into her, knocking her easily off of her feet. She was stout, but he had momentum on his side, so even as she got her weapon into hand, she found herself on her back, the hand holding the hatchet pinned to the ground and a hand over her mouth. It was almost cute, seeing the woman with wide eyes, shocked by how quickly he had moved. The situation was a bit too serious to enjoy that, but given the rather playful nature of both of the pirates there, that might not necessarily stop them. He was light enough that, in normal circumstances, she might have considered attempting to buck him, but while it was possible that she might be able to get her weapon loose and strike a blow, even assuming that his scales didn't manage to glance the blow if it came in at a bad angle, it was also likely that the dragon's fangs, which almost seemed to gling in the light, would tear her throat out before she managed that much, and as his claw sliced easily through the unarmormored cloth sleeve of her top, she had to take into account the danger from those as well. All in all, she had not gotten this far by being brave over smart, and so she relaxed, as much as one could underneath the dragon, and slowly, deliberately, she released her hold on her weapon, letting it slip from her grasp. With the indication of her surrender completed, she took a slow breath through her nose, trying to calm her pounding heart. Bright blue eyes disappeared as she closed them, before opening them to watch and see what Merc would do. If she was going to be killed, she at least wanted to see it coming. Better to die a warrior than a coward. That being said, part of her couldn't help but notice that the dragon was attractive and not...entirely modestly dressed. Perhaps another time, she might appreciate being pounced and pinned by a handsome dragon like this, but there was far too much looming death grinning down at her for any such thoughts to survive beyond the deepest reaches of her mind. She was more muscular than either the neko or his captain, clearly a warrior, but she maintained a slender enough form, her muscles all lean and athletic, the cloth of her outfit hinting at the curves beneath, but the metal plates keeping him from gauging them, whether he would have intended to or not. While he was doing this, the soldier was in the process of being subdued as well, but like the mercenary, he put up a fight before going down. Either intuition or luck made him check his own side before looking to assist his compatriot, wary of further ambushers and caring more to see that he survived over a mercenary the merchant hired to keep his skin safe. Again, he was lucky enough to catch the neko with the blade of his bayonet, but not so lucky as to cause damage. No, he merely sliced at her shirt, blade not inches from drawing blood, but quickly the bladed weapon became a disadvantage as the black haired catgirl slipped within its reach, hitting him shoulder first and knocking them both onto the floor of the hold. Putting a gun to his head would have communicated her point well, but she didn't want any gunshots to go off, and so she quickly shoved the rifle away and pressed her blade into the soldier's throat, close enough to create a thin, pink line across the unguarded skin of the young man, rather effectively making her point as she clamped a hand over his mouth, much the same as merc had done. Whatever his feelings towards the pirates, or towards his fellow soldiers, he would do no one any good dead, most of all himself, and so he merely fell still, more to keep from cutting himself on the blade than to cooperate with his captor. Seeing that merc had his own target under control, she flashed him a pleased grin, positively predatorial in nature, looking like she had just caught a mouse, to use a potentially offensive simile. He might notice her tail flicking behind her, betraying her pleasure at the catch, and of course the damage to her shirt wasn't bad either, a good look for her. Tragically her modesty was maintained, but her midriff was bared, and it probably wouldn't take much to split the rest of the blue fabric entirely. His claw would certainly do it, looking at the top of the blond mercenary. Of course, now they had to take care of the two without causing more noise. The mercenary might cooperate, but the neko had to keep the soldier pinned and subdued.