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Invigorated by the cold sea water lapping at your heels, you shoot a determined glance Eddie's way. Oh you'll <span class="mu-i">move</span>, alright... move... to uh...
Eluded by a good one-liner, you instead hop onto the dining room table and draw your trusty <span class="mu-g">CHINCHILL PUMP-ACTION!</span> Move... to <span class="mu-i">KILL!</span>
"Alright, works for me!" Joining you on your perch, Eddie eagerly loads some fresh cartridges into his revolver and shoots you a mischievous grin! "They've gotta come close to poke those holes, right?"
You betcha! Now quiet down, you hiss as you aim the shotgun's business end at the flooded floor, he's gonna scare the fish!
"Won't dis' just make <span class="mu-i">more</span> holes?" Ly asks as you bite your lip in concentration. Yea, you shrug, but you can fix a <span class="mu-i">ship</span>--<span class="mu-i">they</span> can't fix bullet wounds!
Before your skeleton can reply, a bold volunteer pokes her <span class="mu-g">STORM STAFF</span> through the <span class="mu-g">KITCHEN</span> floor! With a chipper 'observe!' you unload both barrels into where the staff emerged, filling the lower deck with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the
water with a fresh bloody hue!
"Golly!" Giggles a sickeningly-bubbly voice that'd put Bea's to shame, "There goes <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> arm!"
As the staff clumsily slips back through the hole it punched, several more renew their assault! Tagging <span class="mu-r">MERMAIDS</span> like it was a grim game of Whack-A-Mole, you and Eddie move from one target to another with deadly efficiency as the attackers struggle to keep poking holes!
"Ouch!"
"That hurts so <span class="mu-i">GOOD!</span>"
"That's not supposed to be poking out!"
"Wait, I'm really on your sid-"
Amidst a chorus of giggles and gunfire, you hear the commotion above slowly die down!
"I'll go check on 'em!" Ly volunteers as he passes through the ceiling in <span class="mu-g">ASTRAL FORM!</span> Before he can get far, however, Sybil blinks into existence at the foot of the stairs just in time to stick a <span class="mu-b">RADIANT BLADE</span> through a <span class="mu-r">MERMAID AMBUSHER'S</span> helmeted skull!
"Oof. Just missed ya~"
As the attacker falls limp back into the fissure she squeezed through, The Goth shoots a worried glance towards you and Ed. "Stanley," She begins in a terse voice, "We have a problem!"
No <span class="mu-i">SHIT</span>, you counter, sending another shipment of buckshot into a <span class="mu-r">MERMAID</span> using her friend's corpse as cover! Can she ice these leaks up or what?
"I can, but-"
The yacht lurches to the side as a trio of staves punch through the wall! Responding with an extra helping of BULLET, you and Eddie glance back her way as three muffled groans slide down the side of the boat and back into the water. She was saying?
>CONTD.
