Zirul eviscerates the held Tsadok who dies in Bjorkus's arms with a hateful glare on his face.
Opal drifts closer and fires a volley of empowered rays at the bomber.
"I've had about enough of you..."
All three rays hit, killing the woman.
Bjorkus drops the slain half orc and picks up his blade.
"He damaged my weapon. It only seems fair I take his", the minotaur rumbles.
Zirul growls low. "I hate those bombs. Hate them, hate them. If everyone is still protected, I'll give 'em a taste of elemental explosion."
As the party crosses the walkway up to the deck of the Filthy Lucre, most of Bonefist's crew flees either below decks or behind barrels and boxes.
A handful stand their ground with weapons bared in defense of the Hurricane King.
Air-Kal steps back and begins calling some of his friends.
Zirul drinks down one of his few remaining extracts and prepares for the upcoming strikes.
Luthor waits for Opal's opening move.
The dwarven wrestlers, eager to mix it up, charge into melee.
Opal magically speeds the party again prompting Luthor to act.
Eager to return the dwarf's sucker punch, Luthor throws a series of brass-knuckled punches.
Battering his opponent but not dropping him.
More than happy to match the dwarf's strength, Bjorkus forgoes his new sword in favor of putting up his fists.
From up in the crow's nest, explosions like thunder suddenly ring out as several shots are fired at Air-Kal.
As the smoke clears, a lean garundi woman with a long musket in her hands appears in the crow's nest above the middle mast.
The guards rush in to join the fray.
Air-Kal lets out a deep growl as he feels the pain of the bullets disrupt his concentration, and lashes out at the one who dared attack him.
Zirul grins and begins to laugh, a deep-seated sound that has not come from him before. At least not that his companions have heard. "Besmara favors our crew, ladies and gents. Those who stand against us meet a most deadly end. May you now feel the fires of our vengeance!" With that short speech, he quaffs an extract, a fiery wave of energy extending out from his body, almost like a fire storm.
Zirul smirks and strikes out angrily at the nearby guard. "You will not stop us!"
Kal's conjured wave crashes into the crows nest but doesn't budge its occupant who busily reloads.
The combatants give Zirul a look of disbelief about his rambling until the wave of flame shoots from his pores.
Two of the guards evade the blast completely but the other two and the two wrestlers are badly burned. Combined with the beating Bjorkus just gave him, one of them falls to the deck.
Despite being burned and battered, the remaining dwarf reaches for the clinch on Luthor.
But fails to get a hold.
Not to be outdone by the half-elf, Opal unleashes her own blast of lightning.
Again, two of the guards evade the blast but the others are massively shocked and barely stand. The wrestler squaring off with Luthor succumbs to the lightning.
Luthor starts working over G1.
With the dwarf down, Bjorkus grips his new sword and lays into the surviving guards.
With each guard that falls, the minotaur seems to grow stronger.
Between Bjorkus and Luthor the guards are all swiftly cut down.
The sniper levels her weapon and sets her sights on Opal.
Suddenly, the deck of the ship shakes as a monstrous figure appears climbing up the Lucre's side. An enormous four-armed ape with a bandoleer of glass vials strapped across its bulging torso, pounds its chest and roars. It pulls one of those vials free and pours the contents down its throat.
Opal floats down and touches Luthor with the wand of flight again.
"Get the b*@%# with the gun!"
"On it." Luthor leaps up as he flies towards the sniper, fist first.
Bjorkus gestures for Zirul to follows his lead and moves around to flank the beast.
"Do you know who I am?" the minotaur shouts. "I'm the juggernaut!"
Luthor's knuckles connect causing the woman to grunt in pain.
Bjorkus's new sword carves a deep slice in the giant four-armed ape's hide that causes it to roar in anger.
Zirul growls loudly, moving swiftly to the enemy. "Nah, bull man. We're his executioners!"
Zirul grins as his teeth bare wide to take a chunk out of the enemy du jour.
Air-Kal tries his wave trick again.
Zirul's fangs find a soft spot in the beast's hide and tears out of sizeable chunk of furry flesh.
The four-armed ape glares at the half-elf.
Luthor unleashes his fists on the female sniper.
The sniper levels her weapon and fires on Luthor.
Luthor matches the woman's attacks, shot for shot. In the end, she's bloodied and she drops her musket.
"Enough, I yield!"
The big ape however, is showing no signs of yielding.
He swings battering ram-like limbs at his attackers.
Kal flies up a little and levels his bow at the thing.
Zirul grimaces as two strikes find purchase against him. His internal fortitude seals the wounds slightly, as he returns with a series of his own vicious strikes.
"Just don't let this oversized zoo monkey grab you and you'll stay fine. No resistances or immunities. Time to euthanize it!"
Luthor, breathing heavily with many bullet wounds will drink a potion.
Bjorkus reels from the big ape's claws but quickly fires back with his falchion and roars to inspire his allies.
Two of Zirul's attacks pierce the big ape's hide causing move surprisingly messy wounds and three of Kal's arrows connect but seem to stick in its tough hide without causing much real damage.
Opal begins to chant, summoning additional aid from beyond.
The giant ape, wounded and surrounded concentrates.
And disappears from view.
Suddenly supernaturally dense fog rolls across the deck and a harsh voice fills the air.
"You think just because you've culled a few merchant vessels and taken on my crew, you're ready to take my crown. I've been the King for almost 40 years because I'm the best there is. I AM THE HURRICANE KING!"
A gunshot rings out but shooter remains unseen.
Kal spots a figure moving through the fog.
"Bjorkus, north and slightly east of you!" calls Kal. "Opal, can you get rid of this fog?"
He waits for Opal to work her magic before he decides on a course of action.
"I can try", Opal shouts through the gloom.
After finishing her summoning she produces a wand and gestures creating a gust of wind that begins to sweep the fog away.
Appearing alongside Opal is an angelic figure with elven features and broad feathered wings. The azata flies over to Zirul and touches him with a spell.
Zirul gasps, feeling the blood spread outwards from his body, shock attempting to take over his form as he is so deeply wounded. Feeling the healing coming from summoned creature. The gasp leads to an uncharacteristic grin, as the threads of the jacket he wears glow momentarily, vitality surging back through the doctor's veins.
Zirul looks to where Kal is pointing.
Zirul's swipe meets nothing but air.
Luthor will put up Freebooter's Bane and Quarry on Bonefist.
Bjorkus sniffs the air loudly.
"The ape isn't far."
Turning his attention to Bonefist, the minotaur lowers his horns and charges.
Kal conjures a burst of clinging spellfire over Bonefists's location.
The Hurricane King curses as he's revealed by the brightly colored flames and curses again as the minotaur slams into him with crushing force, driving his horns deep into Bonefists's side.
"You'll pay for that..."
Vanishing into the fog, Bonefist appears in brief flashes firing his exotic weapon at strategic locations.
He ends up behind the smoking corpse of Opal's summoned angel. The poor creature vanishes a moment later.
Kal flies closer and levels a finger at Bonefist, sending out a streaking line of heat toward the man.
Air-Kal's ray hits Bonefist but he shakes off the worst of the effects.