A Sloop Tries to Bash a Schooner, Which Mast Wins?

Practical? She questioned, grinning as she watched him move. It was a dance neither of them were strangers too -- the dance of death. It wasn't something one forgot, especially not with as long as they had been in the life. But she was happy that Horus was the same flirt as he had always been. I'll throw the man overboard if we live through all this, and then we'll take his bed for ourselves. And the table. The deck, the wheel, I'll even let you tie my hands to the wheel this time.. You know, a proper celebration of being alive.

The bravado was stowed as she watched the heads of the younger sailors vanish below decks, heard someone tell them to pull the canons back in and close the hatches since they were full on into a boarding party. They'd be safe below, she was certain of it. She wouldn't have to have those children's blood on her hands, just these pirates that had decided that they looked like easy prey. And if there was something that Celine had learned early in life, looks could be deceiving. Especially when in a different life she had been an assassin, and a damn fine good one.

So by the time she heard Horus back beside her, heard the drop in timbre of his voice, felt the vibration of his magic ripple outwards, felt the smooth caress of fur beside her cheek, she had already fell three more of the onboarding hoard. They were down to sixteen left coming over the gun rail. Hell and a good trip there. She used his transformation, and the shock it caused, to step into a pirate, twice as big as her, her shoulder to his sternum as she struck both daggers into his stomach, over and over, making sure to perforate as much inner clockwork as she could -- he might live through her initial strikes, but he would be in for a painful, slow death, if he did. And it was much what he deserved, trying to take a ship with the median age of the crew being 22. Sure, many of them were adults in body, but this was their first time on a boat.

Thank the Maker that she and Horus had decided to take this run together -- old time's sake. Celine couldn't stay retired to save her life after all. She finished the one pirate, chucking him back over the gun rail as she turned to get the next. Fifteen to go. You're falling behind Horus! I know you're not one for murder as I am, but it's five to zero at the moment, Ser.

@Horus