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PostPosted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 9:51 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Butterburr's contact was not too hard to find, as he was practically sitting at the docks wearing a sign that said 'Dirk Felis' - much like one of those airport limo drivers. Well, with the possible exception of the sign, and the fact that limo drivers bathe at least once a week.

Overcoming his initial revulsion to the canine, Dirk quickly learned a few facts: That he'd gotten on the wrong ship, and that he should be in the north of Himo yesterday. Taking each revelation in stride, Dirk was quickly led to a large black steel-framed carriage, a ride fit for some sort of nobility.

Burr's contact, whose name turned out to be 'Stevadore' clambored into the driver's seat, and hepped up the Scarhawks to begin the journey to the port town of Harlestowne.

Too bad for Dirk, there was someone else in the carriage, hiding in the shadows.

.. Someone who wanted him dead.
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PostPosted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 7:43 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Is sufficiently relieved that he discovered Burr's contact, especially as otherwise he might have been forced to find his own transportation home once this was all over. Without further thought he hops into the carriage, settling himself down for a long trip if necessary.

Several more moments pass of the good barkeep staring out the windows before finally giving a chance to survey the interior of the carriage. Certainly seemed nice enough, if poorly lit. Perhaps Burr hadn't been as much of a cheapskate as I thou--- Helloo. Who's this? abruptly taking notice of the other passenger with a raised brow. Alas, the cheetah is unaware of such ill intent, aside from a rather nasty feeling that one normally gets from somebody who didn't like to show their face.

A part of him is tempted to further equip himself aside from the custom made work gloves from Kuro had sold to him, though concern that any further movements might induce an otherwise unprovoked fight. Thus... with a guarded "Hey there." he would attempt at conversation. "Where ya' headed? Is it Harlestowne by any chance?"
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PostPosted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 8:11 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Zanna Harcourt doesn't respond to Dirk's entreaty. She silently pushes off the chair, and leaps at Dirk, teeth bared and knife at the ready in her left paw. Dirk must die, and it would be her honor to do it!

Dirk Felis yipes briefly as he raises his paws reflectively, grabbing the offending paw by the wrist as the other attempts to find some purchase on her neckline so that he might avoid those vicious canines of her maw. "Hell of a way to say hello" he grunts out. Should he indeed he manage to push her back at all, he would commence slamming her wrist upon the window frame... or whatever surface was available at the given second.

Zanna Harcourt's wrist is grabbed quite painfully, and as it is slammed into the window, she loses grip on the dagger, which falls toward Dirk's lap. She is easily able to avoid his grab toward her neck, twisting around to flatten herself against the wall of the carriage, and possibly break her wrist free.

Dirk Felis almost has a moment of indecision on what to do with the blade that has arrived upon his person, but in moments he's haphazardly tossed it out the window, sadly losing his grip on the femme in the process. He doesn't waste any further time, and with a swift movement, he's set up his elbow to plunge straight for her sterum with the intent to at least wind her.

Zanna Harcourt has anticipated Dirk's maneuver, and deflects his elbow with a well placed palm strike, hopefully sending him twisting his back toward her - as her other fist is headed swiftly toward his head. Throughout all this she has not made a sound other than feral snarls.

Dirk Felis is once again briefly surprised by the voracity of his assailant, far more used to dealing with tavern drunks than anybody who would even be on par with the barkeep in similar circumstance. Thus his next evasion is indeed sloppy as well. He drops lower still, and uses the added momentum to repeat the former movement with the opposite elbow.

Zanna Harcourt knew that this mark was going to be easy. Soon enough his body will be dissolved and in the requiem jar, and she would escape without even a scratch. She easily dodges the weakly-placed blow, and replies with a flurry of strikes toward Dirk's upper shoulders and head.

Dirk Felis could only begin to wonder just why he'd be needed in a Mason jar, but sadly for her sake the element of surprise has faded entirely. With senses regained against the otherwise unusual opponent, he begins parrying away blows for his skull and allowing others to glance off his shoulders as he begins his own assault, targeting now her muzzle and chest.

Zanna Harcourt's claws strike out, likely lashing Dirk as she rakes her paws across his attacking limbs. It is as if she was trained to deflect his blows in the most painful way possible. Her legs, hidden beneath the robes, lash out in the cramped carriage to kick at Dirk's knees in an attempt to knock him off balance.

Dirk Felis growls at this point, not appreciating at all the fact that he was having his forearms scratched at. With a brief flex of his paws he moves to a side as footpaws shoot out. He honestly didn't have a damn clue what he did that pissed her off so much. He also seems to be wishing he'd taken the chance to put on his steel knuckles in addition to his already existing glove wear. Thus he does his best not to fail against what is beginning to seem as the more powerful opponent, partially looking for a chance to reach into his pouch, as he levels with another series of quick jabs.

Zanna Harcourt's defense is high class, but certainly not perfect, as blows land upon her frame. She does not let up, her claws appearing mettalic in the dim moonlight. A voice cries from outside. It is Stevedore yelling something about keeping it down in there, as the scuffle rocks the cart. Dirks opponent pays the driver no mind as she attempts to grab Dirk's head and give his face intimate knowlege of her knee.

Dirk Felis takes not the initial notice of the metallic nature of her swings until later on in the fight, though as she seeks the awkward movement of leaning forward to grasp his skull... he sees opportunity. A paw shoots up to intervene, twisting it to the side and making every attempt not to let go as he pulls it toward him... throwing forward the prepared first for the end of her muzzle.

Dirk Felis obviously hasn't noticed Stevadore either with the blood pounding in his ears x3

Zanna Harcourt's jaw is the contact point for Dirk's violent blow, sending her reeling backward into the seat across from him. Recovering quickly, the assassin slips into the shadowly cloak and sneak attacks Dirk again, tossing a flurry of small knives at him with uncanny accuracy. She does speak - finally. "Die already!" The femme hisses maliciously.

Dirk Felis as he catches the glint of metal in the night light pouring in from the caravan window, he now tosses himself against the opposing side of the cramped quarters, undoubtedly colliding somewhat with the opposing wall. The break in the fighting, however brief, offers him the opportunity to pull out his steel knuckles from his belt, slipping them on as he makes yet another dodge lest he find himself attacked again. "Done that!" he screams in retort, unable to come up with anything witty when he was dripping small amounts of blood from his superficial scratchings.

Zanna Harcourt growls, once again going on the offensive. She uses her cape to great effect, making her slight frame seem larger than it actually, is, while tossing punches from the shadows. Eyes catching Dirk's newfound weaponry, she makes no move that indicates her tactics, the poisons in the knives would be working their way into Dirk's body. Inwardly she smiled - this job was far too easy.

Dirk Felis doesn't seem to mind or notice the poison afflicting his frame just yet, and with his morale refreshed from equipping more of his weaponry, he's launched himself off the seat to meet Zanna halfway, unleashing a small whirlwind of his previous motions while continuing to try and close the gap between them. A straight punch is unleashed, immediately followed by yet another aimed specifically at the elbow designed to deflect the first blow, shortly followed a moment later by knee thrust to her gut, and an elbow smash to the back of her skull should the knee even manage to connect

Zanna Harcourt's apt defense assures that Dirk only gets one of those blows in on her, unfortunately, it's the elbow punch, with disorients the femme as Dirk has hit her funny bone. Wincing, she turns to exact revenge upon Dirk, but at that very moment, the cart hits a large pothole, and a cracking sound it heard as the axle breaks. The assassin is tossed toward the doorway with unexpected force, and cracks her head on the frame as she's tossed out of the rapidly rotating cart. Stevedore cries out 'Hold on!' but the cart has lost control completely!

Dirk Felis has absolutely no intention of allowing his combatant to escape, after a moment to brace himself against the twistings of the caravan, he's launched himself out the door as well, rolling along the pathway until coming to a hopeful stop. Once that is accomplished, he'd be seen once again changing out his equipment, removing both gloves and knuckles in favor of a nice bracer... despite the fact he knows he'll have one hell of a time unknotting the fur on his forearms afterwards. More interested in learning the nature of his assailant than the status of the somewhat deaf driver, he's taken off after the femme that had attacked him.

Zanna Harcourt is on all fours, shaking her head, as if she'd just woken up from being knocked out. The cart, spilled no more than a hundred feet from her, has toppled over, and Stevedore seems to be busy trying to assess the damage. The assassin lifts her head, cowl pulled back on her beck, her face shows, though much of it is covered by a simple cloth wrap. Tottering slightly, she stands on her footpaws, and assumes a defensive position, weakly.

Dirk Felis lacking the patience for another drawn out brawl, and likely beginning to feel the wear and tear of the poison still unknown to him, he takes a knee. In this single action his left paw grabs ahold of the bracered forearm, aims at the one who'd wish to damage him so, and fires off immobilizing ice blast of the Bandit King after a momentary wince as he added minor frostbite to his already abused arm.
You say, "[Partial immobilization to her and the ground around her]"

Zanna Harcourt leaps out of the way, tumbling to the side in a painful-looking way. Asshe lands, an audible crack and plaintive cry is heard, and the would be assassin, slumps over clutching her foot, rolling on the ground.

Dirk Felis squints at this point, frowning with intensity at the fact he'd managed to miss his target. "The hell is wrong with you anyways?" though obviously referencing her behavior than any degree of her physical injury. Thus he continues moving closer to his target, though still quite aware that she could have any number of concealed weapons. "Are you done, or am I going to be dragging you back?"

Zanna Harcourt whimpers, like one who just shattered their ankle from a high speed fall out of a moving coach would. "You're never going to get anything from me!" She shouts defiantly, trying to figure a way to get the upper paw in this decidedly unequal battle. Rollong over, she gets on her knee, and tries to pull her battlered form upright.

Dirk Felis nods slowly, and still rather wearily. He was just in a rather nasty scuffle with this femme moments earlier. "That's nice. You're still coming along with me." and thus he continues his apporach, realizing at this point that if she had any more weapons on her... they'd currently be in her employ. "Besides... death is a far less enjoyable option, and I speak from experience.." and so he'd get closer, though what he did when he got to her would depend entirely on her reaction to him being in close proximity.

Zanna Harcourt gets up on her one good foot. As Dirk approaches, she tries to take a swipe at him, but likely misses, being that she's in quite possibly the most painful position for an assassin to be in - wounded, unable to flee, and in the open. "I'd prefer death than to be captured by such a pathetic mark!"

Dirk Felis raises a brow and gives a shake of his head after a light sidestep and an ensuing smack to the back of her skull to make it so carrying her... would result in far, far less scratchings and injuries. "Hey... Stevadore. Help me out with this femme!" and after a brief check to make sure she really was unconcious, he'd heft her onto his shoulders and begin making his way for the wrecked caravan. His player wondering how much longer the good cheetah would be able to hold out against the venom, even with the slight boost from the bracer he was wearing.

Zanna Harcourt is out like a light. Stevedore comes over, looking quite annoyed, asking why Dirk had a random robed femme that he needed help with.

Dirk Felis gives a brief shrug. "She was in the caravan, but let's save questions for later. How bad is it?" gesturing with a nod towards the carriage. "And how far to the nearest city if it's been wrecked to pieces?"
Zanna Harcourt ------ Stevedore shakes his head. "It's not fixable out here. But I checked the carriage! There was nothing in it." The furre grumbles. "Come on. It's only a couple of miles. You can bring your girlfurre with you."

Dirk Felis nods, and ends up trudging along after briefly making sure he had the femme's paws in plain sight, and tied together by a loose bit of her own cloak. "Well seeing as I'm out here I'd imagine it would be." and so he'd begin his march for the local city center, hoping to find some place of rest in the near future, and hoping to arrive before the femme woke up.
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tl;dr
Dirk was attacked in the carriage and is stuck walking the remaining distance to Harlestowne thanks to a busted axel.

[OOC Edit: w00t. 500th post Very Happy . We now return you to your regularly scheduled broadcast ^^;]
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PostPosted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 5:51 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Death, they say, is fond of those who live fast. And for a Cheetah Furre, fast was an understatement. But it was not death that Dirk carried on his world-weary shoulders, it was merely a manifestation thereof, an assassin sent by the Pirates of Harlestowne.

And she'd failed.

Unconscious and wounded, she was left on the doorstep of the local Hospitalier's Guild as Dirk and Stevedore needed no dead weight. Skulking around Harlestown was hard enough with the Pirates basically in control of the city - and skulking around with a wounded femme who probably would try to kill them was simply stupid.

It only took a half hour for Stevedore to lead Dirk toward a dilapitated-looking warehouse near the docks, going the roundabout way to avoid the toll checkpoints. Opening the door, Dirk was assailed by the smell of old Rum and fish, but the well-lit warehouse housed a fairly clean fishmarket, which he would learn is a front operation for Burr's extensive underground smuggling operation.

The cheetah was greeted by a burly furre, barechested and armed with a cutlass that looks most recently used to slice a ship's mast in twain.
""tis be goot t'meet ye, First Mate Dirk. Cap'n Buttr'burr be speakin' highly 'o you. If'n ye need s'much, we be at yer disposal."

"Disposal?" Dirk asked, a bit taken aback.

"Aye, ye be leadn' us t'victory o'er t'Pyrates, or didn't ye 'ear tha?"
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PostPosted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 7:50 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Is almost let down that they were forced to leave behind the assassin, though as Stevedore relates the magnitude of Pirate dominence in the area he is content to leave behind his newfound 'friend' though making certain to leave behind a small note. Find yourself a new occupation. I recommend bartending

He couldn't help but chuckle as he pondered the name of the place, Harlestowne. Honestly, you'd find it odd to name someplace after the creatures that likely destroyed it the first time around, but then again 'odd' was a word that described most things here. Beggers, and brigands, and whores. You'd certainly never live a dull day in your life if you wanted to stick around, and sadly... it seems to apply to visitors as well.

"Disposal?" Dirk asked, a bit taken aback.

"Aye, ye be leadn' us t'victory o'er t'Pyrates, or didn't ye 'ear tha?"

"Er... well... yeah. I just hadn't thought the pirates would have gotten such a good hold of things by now. So exactly how bad is it?"
chuckling to himself inwardly as it seemed Burr still fashioned himself a captain.

The pirate speaks,"T' pirate speaks,"It's gettin' awful out thar. If it keeps up loike this, they be rulin' t' place wit'in a coupla' weeks." " It is thus that he would continue learning the extent of the damage thus far... and try as he would to act the leader for the fighting force. He really wished he'd had some previous experience with this sort of thing. For a fast life, he'd have to learn fast as well.

From the looks of things it seemed his small army consisted of what could easily crew several vessels of varying size, smugglers and hired hands mostly. Some, like the Eric Flynn he'd met when he arrived, were furres of epic stature and knew Burr back from before he converted his ship into the Broken Dagger, and thus... he can't help but finding himself asking several what the Cap'n was like in the old days.
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PostPosted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 10:06 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

It wasn't long before Dirk's appreciation for his boss hit new heights, as tales of his epic forays into the darkest jungles of Pirostia were related in the rum-fueled welcome party. The next day, however, was all business.

Dirk was introduced to each and every member of his crew, from First Mate Flynn all the way down to the assistant gunner's second mate's apprentice. This large, and motley crew was spread across three ships: the Trafalgar, a three-decked galleon; the Destanian, a more modestly sized frigate; and the aptly named Bilge-rat, a sloop which appeared to be afloat only by the grace of Dahlsea, Prime of Travel.

"Arr. That ship be t'lucky on', she be. Not a bit 'o board on'er be orign'al, save t'keel." is how the sloop was introduced by Dirk's new First Mate. The crew had taken to calling him 'Cap'n', and he certainly was, for lack of a better term.
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PostPosted: Sun Jul 03, 2005 11:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Dirk Felis relying heavily upon the advice of individuals such as First mate Flynn, who were far more experienced in matters of repelling pirates, he would initiate the operation to retake Harlestowne. Whether this relied upon brute force or more surgical destruction would depend on both circumstance and the testimony of the officers. "Alright, Flynn. You ready to do this?"

[#] Dirk's first mate shrugs. "If'n it please ye, Cap'n, I do think tha' ye be rushin' a bit headlong into danger. If'n it 'twere tha' easy, do ye thin' tha' Cap'n Burr be sendin' a landlubber like ye t'lead us?"

[#] The Third mate's assistant pipes up rather obnoxiously: "Ye hav'nae even chosen a ship yet."

Dirk Felis quietly folds his arms across his chest and looks rather plainly at the First mate. "Alright, Mr. Flynn. Exactly what is it you recommend. Keep in mind I've only recently arrived in the area, and at the moment I've only recieved the minimal number of reports on the matter. In either case I'll be sailing on the Destanian. I'm well aware that it's not the biggest ship, but I've always emphasized maneuvarability and I'll not be the one to interfere in the operation of such a fine vessel as the Trafalgar."

[#] Eric Flynn: Are'n ye be sure tha' ye be not wantin' ol' Bilgie? She be a right top ship, if'n I be sayin so meself. But t'Destanian i'be. Nah, t'dread Pyrates be off inna t'lair 'o thar leader." The furre points north, along the coast. "It be n'secret whar it be, but t'problem is bein' tha' t'get t'the cove, ye be havin t'get though 'is fleet."

[#] At that very moment, the sounds of screaming can be heard from nearby, as some of the crew find themselves under attack by a black-clad femme.

Dirk Felis blinks at Flynn's suggestion, but is more willing to trust the advice of his First mate than Burr might otherwise be inclined. "I'll give it a second look before we set---- dammit. Flynn, come with me. Try to take'em alive." and thus he's off to resume the brawl started so much earlier with the rather rude canine, taking only a brief moment to slip on his knuckles before charging in.

[#] The fight progresses quickly, Dirk's martial skills along with his crew's large size tilt the battle in his favor. Unfortunately, before Dirk can single-pawedly defeat her, she dives into the water off of the docks, vanishing into the darkness.

Dirk Felis frowns, and lets out a mild curse as she manages to take flight. By no means shall he allow such an interrupt any current plannings. "Damage and casualty report. Looking over now to the good Mr. Flynn. "That'd be the other reason I'm trying not to delay. After all, I do have to sleep sometime, and she might be there to prevent me from waking up. Now tell me more about ol'Bilgie. You seem to have a high opinion of her despite the fact she's been so heavily refitted it's hard to understand why it's still afloat."

[#] Casualties 5, 1 death. The Bilge Rat has many nice acutrements that Dirk got to see: Straw beds, three small smokepowder cannons, a vaguely bilge-y rotten smell and a fairly ornate shrine to Dahlsea.

Dirk Felis nods and seems to be mildly reconsidering the situation. "If it can go as fast as you boast it can... then I may have a change of plans. Tell me... what's the largest vessel the pirates have working for them right now, and about how many might be escorting it at any given moment?" concocting some semblance of a good idea.

[#] Eric Flynn: Well, Cap'n Dirk, T'flagship 'o t'pyrates be the Rovin 'Eretic, Devil 'o a ship she be, built 'o t'wood 'o Sargothas 'an fired by t'brimstone depths she be. If'n ye be wantin' t'take 'er on, ye be needin moren' e'en t'luck o t'Primes. Ye be wantin Sain' Cyan or summat, eh?

Dirk Felis raises a brow with a rather mischievious grin on his face. "Well... I never said I was hoping to shoot it down. I just want to get on board. A ship of that size... is bound to have quite a few ammo stores, wouldn't you say? It'd be a damn shame if one of them caught a spark."

[#] Eric: Aye laddie, but if'n it be pleasin' ye t'know tha' t'ship be bark'd w' t'hide 'o a Red Dragon i'be. Fire na'be s'much 'o an issue fer them. If'n t'cap'n want me op'nion, I be think'n it be bett'r t'n'face 'em broadside.

Dirk Felis quirks a brow as he makes use of nearby seating. "I had more in mind of an onboard explosion, and part of me can't help but wonder how much of your word is just built up superstition. Do you have any idea where it comes in to port?"

[#] The First made would answer, if it wasn't for the very large crossbow bolt sticking rather painfully out of his chest, apparently having been shot -through- the hull of the ship. Eric Flynn erfs. "Primes. Th.. ugh.." Should Dirk run to the upper decks, he wouldn't have to wonder why he even asked his question, as the Flagship of the Pirate fleet has most certainly found his little band of mercenaries. The Trafalgar lie wrecked, badly listing and ablaze, while the frigate was nowhere to be seen - save for the crow's nest jutting out of the bay. .

Dirk Felis glares at this point, and easing his friend to the floor he calls out. "Don't you dare die on me, I still have a lot of questions I want to ask you. Medic!" comes the next cry as he runs above decks, calling out orders rather speedily in a manner that would say... he'd just have to substitute his previous ideas. "Helms, I want to get in behind that ship and away from their guns as soon as possible. Guns, I want you to shoot out their damned rutter and put them dead in the water. Boarding crews, prepare for boarding. The second it's down, I want to grapple in through the captain's quarters, and wreak all kinds of hell. Helms, once we're onboard. Get Flynn to a medic if he's still alive, and wait for either a change of flag, or the destruction of the Rovin' Heretic"

[#] Topdeck on the Bilge-Rat blazed with activity. Apparently this is one reason why that ship has survived so many battles - it was such a hunk of junk that the pirates seemed to overlook it. With deft skill, the sloop, far more maeuverable than the dreadnaught dragon-skinned ship eased it's way behind the larger ship and began it's assault against the massive rudder. Dirk was paws a large grappling hook, and pointed up - about two stories up, to the gilt-wood and windows of the pirate captain's quarters.

Dirk Felis gives another glower as he suddenly comes to realization of the sheer magnitude of the damned thing, short of assassinating the captain there would be no way for his mearger crew to capture it. Pointing now to one of the gunners her barks out more commands "You there, tie this off and fire it up at the windows. I want it through, and caught in the next few seconds. Boarding crews stand ready!"

Dirk Felis adds in an afternote "Aim for the damn chains, not the rudder. A rudder of that size is useless if the helmsman can't move it"

[#] The sailors comply, though this flurry of activity from behind the ship seems to have gained no notice from the larger ship's crew. The sounds of melee come from the decks as other large ships, or perhaps dockside cannons fire at the Rovin' Heretic at a distance.

Dirk Felis snorts briefly with a chuckle. "Here's hopin' the Destania made it" and thus he begins rallying his boarding crews along the ropes, with a final check to make sure the grapple was snagged properly. "Scavenge any munitions or equipment you can." and so, he'd begin his ascent hoping that the sloop would make it back alright with Flynn.

[#] Dirk's ascent to the Captain's cabins took far far too long for his liking. Though stealthy, the feeling of forboding crept up on him like a spider crawling up his spine to bite and lay its poison at the base of his neck. I wish I could write a happy ending, about how Dirk hopped into the Cabin and persuaded the pirates to attack a place that noone likes, like Sar-Sargothas, but sadly that was not to happen. As he shattered the window to enter the glass lined cabin, he was faced with a situation so terribly bad, he knew not what to say...

[#] Seated, facing the window, waiting for him, dressed in a tight fitting black leather pirate captain's outfit.. was the assassin who had tried to kill him in the cart days ago. "You'd bested me twice, Dirk. I think if you live through this, I might fall in love with you."

Dirk Felis raises a brow and momentarily finds himself bounding in through the glass as it seemed that hanging outside was a hideously precarious position to be in. "I'd look forward to it, though it seems it might be a rather... fatal attraction." he honestly didn't know if the rest of the crew would be following him up, but turning his back to reissue ordered seemed a far worse idea. "So whatever shall we do now? An epic fight to determine the owner of your heart and this ship?"

[#] The Capitain stands up, slowly, not taking her eyes off of the young cheetah. At her side, barely covered by the silver-lined cape could be seen a bright silver-colored fencing weapon, but Dirk's nerves were already on edge as the battle raged outside the door and below - shouts could be heard from the Sloop, apparently they'd been found. "You don't have anywhere to go, Dirk. I suggest you draw one sword.. or the other."

Dirk Felis mms to himself, slowly cracking his knuckles whilst adjusting both his gloves and the steel objects clasped about each of his digits. "Ah, well if I did that you wouldn't respect me at all now would you? I mean, truly... could you love a furre without a spine?" and so he'd take up his own defensive posture, dimly hoping that she'd return the courtesy of continued existence that he'd graced her with when first they met.

[#] The room was roughly half-moon shaped, the flat wall far behind them, and the round edge basically the windows. In the center of the room is her chair. The Captain laughs, and draws her epee. "You do know how to excite me. I like a good workout!" She smirks as she slashes the air in front of her. "En Garde!"

Dirk Felis grins as he changes footing, slowly approaching his opponent. "And if I win expect another shortly after." something... something about this femme just got his blood boiling again in ways it hadn't since before he had left this mortal coil." swiftly moving a hand to a side pouch upon his belt, and a squeeze of his paw he launches it at the femme before moving inwards, wary of the pointed tip as he makes the first move.

[#] The captain bats the pouch that he tossed away with a quick swipe of her blade, merely smirking as he approaches her. Her mind already racing with numerous ways that she can disrob.. defeat! the unarmed furre on her own ship!

Dirk Felis takes advantage of the momentary distraction, though he had hoped the pouch would have burst upon contact with her blade but no matter. He moves in swiftly now feinting a blow with his right paw in favor of a swift back kick with from the opposing side following through with a brief parry to her blade with his far more durable gloves than forearms. He couldn't decide if he wanted to convert the ship into another tavern... or if perhaps he'd join her on the seas anyways.

[#] The captain dodges the first blow, and leans back to let the kick graze only air. Her epee stabs, but is parried. Pulling the sharp blade back across Dirk's wleather gloves, the hardened edge might even slice the leather. Even if it doesn't, she leaps to the attack with three successive dashing downward strokes to Dirk's shoulders, flat side down, to cause a stun, not a kill.

Dirk Felis would likely encounter the lightest of scoring upon such a hardened surface, a true testimony to Rakuro's craftsfurreship. He moves in closer still, knowing that the epee easily has quite the range over his limbs. Evading the first he catches the next two with a wince, though as it seems neither have cleaved into him he forms a grin, and allows his momentum to slam into her hopefully knocking her off her feet. "How very considerate of you." he chuckles, purr-growling as he continues to try and close the range, though taking care to use the pads of his paws as he adds quick superficial blows to her arms as he tries to close the range even further. One good turn deserved another after all.

[#] She tries to keep Dirk from getting too close. A sword isn't as effective if you opponent isn't within swinging distance! She heps up in a jump and atteps to plant one booted heel against Dirk's sternum, brushing off his softer padded blows as inconsequential. She doen't break eye contact for an instant, ans she lands in a crouch, so long as Dirk doesn't stop her!

Dirk Felis finds the sudden raising of her foot for the kick the most opportunistic occurance he'd had since she'd tried to grab ahold of his skull. Rather than dare to stop such an occurance, he flows with it, shifting to it arrives on shoulder, rolling with the blow and grabbing ahold of her thigh as they go falling to the ground with him atop her "Does... this mean I've won by any chance?" he'd churr unless she'd found some way to recover her leg.

[#] The captain smirks at his untoward fighting technique, raising her leg and tossing him off as if he weighed nothing. She flips back to her footpaws, and recovers her blade handily before he can reach his own balance. "You haven't won me by a longshot, Dirk. " She winks, and fades back into the shadows as a large explosion rocks the ship.
Dirk Felis raises a brow at this new method she's taken as he wanders his way over to the curtains. "Such a pity. I was looking forward to raising those sheets on the main mast Wink" and so he'd proceed to close them leveling off the playing field for each of them. "So exactly what qualifies as a win my dear? Must I drag you below the sheets first?"

[#] Another explosion shakes the timbers of the ship, and a cracking of floor-timbers sets the walls ablaze with a reddish light from belowdecks. Screams flow from them like the howls of the damned, exposing the delicate decor of the room that Dirk was in. The top-deck door swung open, allowing Dirk to see the sunlight pouring through into the captain's quarters. "It seems like we may have to set the sheets aganst the wind another day, Dirk." With a deft throw, a black-colored rose sped toward Dirk's chest with uncanny speed, the stem sharpened and coated with a steel tip.

Dirk Felis blinks as the hull opens wide by fire and destruction to notice the glint of the rose in the firelight, catching it deftly with a paw as he mourns the escape of the femme once more. If he found Stevedore he'd be getting a solid whelping. "Drop by the bar sometime" he calls out before seeking his own escape from this doomed locale, moving swiflty now to the upper decks as well as he pockets the only momento he has of their encounter. It was time to flee this sinking vessel.

[#] Dirk hears shouting from beneath the captain's quarters, yelling for him. Should he look out the windows, he'd see the Bilge-Rat's crew desperately scraping together hull repairs from driftwood blown off the Rovin' Heretic's hull. Panicked shouts echo from the topdeck as the crew of Pirates and their attackers abandon their flagship like rats off of a sinking.. well you get the idea.

Dirk Felis frowns once more as it seems the mysterious femme, whose name he doesn't even know has escaped. Diving off the edge he swims for the small craft that by some miracle has remained afloat. "Let's get outta here, and how's Flynn managing?" turning his eyes briefly amongst those trying to escape... maybe, just maybe he'd spot her. "You there, try to get one of the crew for questioning" before moving below decks, to see the status of his friend.

[#] The Medic hustled around the waterlogged ship, checking up on the many wounded. Eric lie on a bench bandaged and bloody, lungshot, but death would not take him this day. Further explosions shook the port area, and the crew deftly pulled the sloop out of range of the fireball that consumed the dreadnaught, and alongside the heavily damaged Trafalgar. "We have captured more than a few dozen of their men!" Dirk heard as they docked at the mostly decimated piers of Harlestowne. Dirk was also congratulated for taking out the dread captain.

[#] "Was he a burning beast of hell?" They asked. "How could you ever survive his stare of death? What about the ineffable swordsmanship of the Dread Pirate? How did you ever beat him?"

Dirk Felis happy to see the burly fellow would live to see another day, he walks above decks to survey the damage. With a mild grin as he stands upon the waterlogged deck, twirling the rose in his paw after a brief sniff. "The Dread Pirate? Heh, some stories are better left untold, but keep up your guards. Until you find the body, you'll never know if the Dread Pirate has truly expired." deciding to tack onto the legend about the femme he'd met. She'd probably be far less kind on their next encounter if he did something rash like destroy her reputation. "If any of you see the assassin that attacked prior this day, capture her alive or you'll soon join her. If I've already set sail for home... let her know where to find me. I'd rather she deal with me than see any more lives lost for my sake... and that... is an order."

[#] The Crew snaps to, wishing Dirk well on his return back home. Within moments, another ship appears on the docks - the Destanian! Dirk was surprised, as he'd saw her crow's nest jutting above the waves in the melee. Turns out that she'd been keeping part of the pirate fleet busy, and away from the city.
[#] And the sunken ship?
[#] The Roger Moore. Sunk by the ship's mage of the Trafalgar.
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tl;dr: Dirk's finally on his way back to Ansteorra after surviving an encounter with the enemy captain.
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