Since I’m still waiting on some book debut stuff, I’m holding off on showing any of Nevra Coil. I mean the city. So I’m taking the beginning of another fight scene, which takes place at some point. How does this connect to Nevra Coil and Yola Biggs? You’ll have to read the book when it comes out.
Harpoons and arrows fly across the deck as the crew battles strange creatures that have risen from the depths. Bounding over the entire ship, a school of skeletal fish leap out of the ocean and spit their needle-like teeth at the sailors. The projectiles burn with acid, which is potent enough to eat through the deck even after they have been removed from living flesh. Hovering above the crow’s nest is an inky cloud with forked tentacles that violently whip at the masts and sails. Most of the slimy limbs pass harmlessly through the ship, but one or two strike to cause severe damage to the rigging. Circling the vessel are large forms with two dorsal fins and wide heads that end in hardened spikes. The altered sharks slam into the hull of the Ghost Pegasus, their metal tails firing lightning into the sky with every blow. The only time they stop their barrage is when a sailor or an injured creature falls into the churning waves. With terrifying speed and ferocity, the predators tear the splashing meal apart and make the surrounding sea red with blood.
“We’re dead in the water!” Claria shouts as she defends the helm from a spiny creature. Her cutlass slices off one of its muscular arms and she grabs the remaining limb to flip it back into the ocean. “I hope your friends eat you!”
“How many have you lost?” Dariana asks as she jumps to the helm and balances on the railing. She sees the skeletal fish leap out of the water and scrambles their minds to prevent them from attacking. “If you want to have your men go below decks while I handle this, I’ll understand. This is my problem. I made an oath to protect you and your crew.”
“Forget your oath. We both know such things are only for show. Besides, we’ve lost nine men and we’ll be damned if we let a stranger protect our ship while we hide,” the captain replies while drawing a dagger from her bandolier. She throws the weapon into the bulbous eye of a spider-like beast that is crawling over the railing. “That flying thing is the biggest threat. It’ll take days to repair the damage and continue on our way. That’s if we survive this in the first place.”
“So this is the end of our journey together.”
Claria stares at the silver-haired woman, her eyes filled with rage. “Don’t you dare abandon my ship right now! My men and I might be in this fight, but you’re still right that it’s your problem.”
Dariana’s attention is stolen by the sight of a dwarf about to go overboard. She watches as he stabs the yellow and blue creature in front of him, but its death thrashes knock him off balance. Not waiting another second, she leaps over the deck and rushes through the battle to catch the sailor by his ebony beard. One of the sharks erupts from the ocean, but the dwarf is hauled out of danger before the toothy mouth can catch him. Seeing an opening, Dariana punches the beast with enough force to put her fist through its soft stomach. Shaking the blue blood from her hand, she watches it fall back to its brethren who rush to devour the dying creature.
“My apologies to you and your beard,” the telepath says with a small bow. She backhands a pouncing man made out of coral, turning the monster into powder. “You should be proud that it is strong enough to not come off in my hand.”
“This isn’t the time or place for chitchat,” the gruff sailor states before charging back into the fray.