Goes back to the Boat-house of Pain - Part Two

Ruby calls for her purloined Golden net to be unstrung and prepared while shrieking caws and odd sounds from avian throats carry across the waves. The first wave of flying foes arcing over towards the Beast. The Captain gestures towards the larger vessel they close upon, and gunners move the Storm Cannon into position. It's unhooded and levers thrown to activate a charge that buzzes like an angry cauldron of bees, and makes the hair stand on end of anyone touching it. A vibration through the deck as it's swiveled and they steer closer...and closer to the giant ship.
Ruby moves to the railing where the too-touchy vines are waving about, grasping greedily at the air. "Slaughter, aye. I ain't playin games 'ere...Prisoners ain't me mission, truth. 'Appy accident if so, but I nevah make rules for no one 'elpin me, roight? You make some/thing/ bend tha knee, no skin oof me arse." The Captain turns back to the gunnery crew and gives them the 'look'.

Despite the smell, and the unholy gleam in Catriona's eyes, something keeps her attention riveted to the barge. In the right light, she might almost look thoughtful. Manic, but with the canny precision of a cat on the prowl. "Right. I'm a fan of no rules, I won't lie," she chortles, the sound growing shrill with the light that fills her. She turns, a fraction of movement, towards Corwin, watching him, watching the blade, too. "I wish you would let me play with that," she tells him, before turning back.

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