With a nearly deafening shout, Darvesch spins out from under the taller warrior and putting his momentum to good use sends the man reeling from a devastating wound to the chest. 'The Beard' as his men call him, very nearly dodges Darvesch follow-up...
...but almost doesn't count.
With crushing force and accuracy, the dwarf brings his axe down on the captain's leg, taking it off at the knee with the sound of splintering bone and the spray of blood! There is a collective gasp from the entire crew and even the aloof mage is given pause, a look of genuine surprise on his face.
For perhaps a heartbeat, maybe two the captain stands, staggered and shocked before toppling like a felled oak, his last words as he falls are, "Always knew... it'd be some short prick..."
The captain grits his teeth as the metal-clad warrior prepares to ram him off the ship. "Bullock to this!" He levels a slash intended to take the dwarf's off at the shoulders, but Darvesch ducks down behind his shield as he slams into the taller warrior with all his might.
Still using his shield for cover, and desperately hoping to hear a splash, the dwarf instead heard an intake of breath and a sudden sigh from the crew. Even as his hand closed about the haft of Grimnon's axe, he heard a grim voice say, "If'n I wasn't obliged to filet ya, I'd might buy you a pint. Thing is..."
A blade flashes just under Darvesch's chin, missing this throat by a hair's breadth, "I know that trick too."
With those words, any other man might have expected to get bowled over in return, but Darvesch sees thru the captain's feint and notes the sidestep. While it is not enough to block the taller man's retaliation, he can see the look of frustration in the brigand's burning blue eyes when he realizes that he failed to drop the dwarf to the deck in a pool of his own blood. "Bugger me!"
Darvesch lands a pair of blows that would have brought a lesser man to his knees! The captain reels from the attack, a pair of burning scars now criss-crossing his chest. However the towering man didn't gain his crew by being a pushover.
"Difference is," he quickly jukes to the right, ",I'm the monkey what's got a blade!"
In a feat of swordplay and dirty fighting, he catches Darvesch's axe with the back edge of his cutlass even as he strikes the inside of his elbow with the palm of his free hand. Instantly, the heavy weapon falls from the dwarf's hands, flames scorching the deck. Not wasting any time, he tries to give the dwarf a matching wound, in his other shoulder, but he hurriedly blocks it with his shield.
