RP:Liberation Ch3; Taking the Harbor

Part of the Liberation of Rynvale Arc

LOCATION: Rynvale, The Harbor

This harbor is bustling with activity as it has recently been opened to merchant traders from the great trading port of Cenril. There are many ships docked around here all of various sizes and shapes. From great three masted warships and mighty ocean going trade corvettes to tiny fishing boats, there are representatives from all parts of society here. Stepping off from the boat you traveled on; onto a large stone pier you can see the beauty of this port town of Rynvale. The whole town is built on and around a great set of milky white chalk cliffs beyond which you cannot see. There is plenty of noise and activity here as various crew members unpack their cargo onto the pier and you can smell the strong salty sea air as the wind blows the ocean breeze into the white stone port. The only way forward is northwards into the town. A new figure now stands, monitoring the situation. A purser watches those who enter the city, checking to ensure that they paid their fees and that they have the proper travel documentation into an Imperial city. Now would be a good time to pull your documents out as behind the purser stands a rather large gathering of troops on heightened alert.

Rhocielle was silent and pensive upon the dock while slate gaze fell upon the fleet that was anchored just off the harbor. Though his muzzle was still, his paws were not. In the time that would remain until the Ice Magus and Tiefling would arrive, dexterous digits prepared the extended fuses that would be required for the odd clay discs that were to be found in the pockets that lined his bandoliers and leather satchel. If the demonstration of a coin-sized explosive by Noemi was anything to go by, the thick palm-sized discs that he carried were sure to punch rather crippling holes into the tar-pitched hulls of the Imperial warships. His black tail wagged slowly in the darkness while he lightly palmed a strangely colored piece of flint; it was an unheard of plan of attack. Ice shards would carry the discs across the water and impact on the hulls or decks in time for the fuse to ignite the explosive clay comprised of black powder and the flammable liquid from the fire gland of a dragon. Hours of preparing and testing various batches of the resultant clay find bore the correct explosive fruit. Soft sigh escaped his maws, heated breath from his lungs mingling with the salt laden ocean breeze. Once the vampiric pair would arrive, the Lycan would make himself known to them and briefly restate the plan, as well as hand over the satchel filled with the primed explosives. All that was left to be added was a little spark and an little ice propellant.

Satoshi has been tailing--pun unintended--Rhocielle for some time now, keeping a careful and casual distance from him until he's reached the harbor and dusk has fallen. Now is the time to approach and set things into motion. Skin prickles with a surplus of magic carefully stored for this occasion, while fox-like tails begin an agitated dance that becomes all the more prominent with each step made toward the waiting lycan. "We meet again, hm? Nice evening for a party too, don'tcha think?" the feline offers in way of greeting to Rhocielle, face set in a disconcertingly innocent smile.

A squad of soldiers walked down the pier checking for illegal smuggling activity among the stacks of crates and boxes upon the dock. Out in the waters of the harbor lights could be seen burning on the warships and merchantmen at anchor, and up on the cliffs beacon lights were lit to mark the approaches to the horseshoe-shaped harbor. The cannon emplacements along the cliffs were manned with elven sentries able to see well at night. All seemed to be quiet and calm this evening.

Kasyr isn't too far, having chosen to give Satoshi some space for her amicable stalking run. Which leaves the tiefling doing little more than plucking out a snow white cat from his pack, so that he has something to pat and stroke as he wanders about the Harbour. Really, Satoshi is the only one who needs to be briefed, given his purpose in that place, so a little scouting run to determine the approximate number of imperials in the area couldn't hurt. Much.

Rhocielle flared his nostrils slightly to the subtle rush of sea breeze. Salt laden air adhered to the visible lush black fur of the male; soon enough it would begin. Grey eyes offered a passing gaze around him, scanning the harbor and fleet, then continuing on to the surrounding protective emplacements that overlooked the approach into the naval refuge. When he came to turn around to look over the actual dock, a flash of silver quickened his eyes as he came face to face with the vampiric kit. "Heh, aye... We meet again, Satoshi," his husky voice drawled softly in a greeting to her, "Hrm.. and what is a party without -" What was it that Noemi called some of her similar toys? Ah, yes. "-fireworks?" A brief, wry chuckle erupted from his maws, displaying stark white canines between ebon lips, as he patted at the leather satchel that contained the explosives. A look was cast behind the smaller female, wondering where her mate was lurking. With the dangerous task at hand, he did not believe Kasyr would leave Satoshi to tend to this alone. The tiefling was most likely also lurking around on the lookout for any wayward Imperial patrols to dine on. With the feline and wolf tending mostly to the fleet, and the tiefling only present to assist Satoshi mana-wise, it would not hurt for Kasyr to also assist in thinning out the Empire's numbers on the dock. "Fresh water is in the barrels," the anthro commented, a paw pointing to some surrounding cargo around them. The ships they were meant for would not mind, as they would soon be nothing more than wet kindling. "The fuses are longer, of course, to make up for the distance your shards will have to travel," he said while demonstrating one of the discs, "As soon as you're ready to launch them, I will strike it. Our priority is the fleet first. If the Imperial forces take notice of us and try attacking, or if we still have explosives left afterward, then we will deal with them." Straight and to the point, his speech. The flying icicles that would soon flow through the night sky would make naught a sound, and would hardly be visible given their small profile. As far as the fleet or the island itself was concerned, the projectiles were just as likely to have come from thin air. A bright comet shot up into the starry skyscape, originating from the north. The signal flare from Arien, it was time to begin. Whereas the other groups might give in to a war cry to announce their assault, he kept his canine tongue still in his maws and nodded to Satoshi; stealth and the unknown were infinitely more frightening when the results were devastating. The wolf handed her a clay disc for her to begin her artic enchantments; flint and striker were at the ready. A true frigid hell would rain upon the Imperial fleet. ...and the rocket's ice glare, the ships bursting with flair... gave proof to the night..., that Sato would scare...

Satoshi accepts the disc gingerly as she inspects it--uselessly, but it's for appearance's sake--and nods as if it meets her standards. "A game of fire and ice. Always dangerous. Always fun." Nodding once again, the feline moves toward the first of the barrels, issuing a word to the waters within and coaxing them to shove the wooden seal off. Contents exposed to the ice magus, Satoshi simply dunks the clay disc, submerging it to the start point of its fuse. "I can freeze them all myself, easily. But giving them the speed and strength to break a hull is going to need Kasyr after the first batch or two. Maybe three. I'm feeling feisty tonight," Satoshi explains as she sets down the first disc now locked in a hefty shard of ice that comes to a wicked point, and holds out a frosted hand for the next. "Unless, of course, you have a really strong arm?" A teasing remark, of course, but the feline is rarely one to take even war seriously.

Splag: Kasyr's cat twists in his grip and flattens her ears back against her head. A low growl echoes out along the waterfront as she stares out into the darkness. Some distance away a furtive Fermin scampers between some boxes back toward shore on an unrelated mission, unaware of the others on the dock except only as people to be avoided. On the other section of the dock, a hunched figure scuttled among the crates, heading toward one in particular. Hearing the footsteps behind him of the port guard, he ducks down into a sheltered nook to hide from them, then gives a muffled oath of surprise to find himself face-to-face with the lycan and feline and their tools spread out around them. The patrol continues at a measured pace, drawing steadily closer to the hidden group as they move along their path.

Kasyrs' rather quick to offer Casper shelter; stowing the poor feline back into his pack. From there, the tiefling simply stares between the darkness that had spooked her, and back towards the group of guards. Whilst the lurker in the shadows held potential value were it investigated, the guards are just too close- the threat they pose far too solid. And so, Kasyr breaks into a run, his path taking him straight towards the patrol. It doesn't help that he's blatantly flailing his arms, and calling out, "Er. Excuse moi! Pardon me, even!" It's only when the tieflings relatively close that one of the patrolmen in the back turns around, the thought dawning upon him that the words might be meant for him. Unforunately, all that greets the man is a brilliant flash of light that momentarily blinds him, just long enough for an electrically charged wrist blade to pop through his neck. In tandem, Kasyrs other hand impacts into the second rear guards temple- the second wrist blade burrowing into the mans brain to end his life but a mere moment after his compatriot. And still, the tiefling speaks- his tone barely wavering, save for a faint undertone of exertion creeping into his voice, "Have tu seen my cat?" The troupe would finally turn around by this point, drawn to look back towards the tiefling, by the flash, the gurgling noise, and the incessant questioing. And of course, what greets them is the simple sight of the tiefling withdrawing his hands back to himself- and the dull thuds of two bodies meeting the ground, "I take it by those stunned expressions, that's a no? No need to speak all at on-" ...And, cue the hybrid needing to hop back from the thinned out troupes hastily unsheathed weapons, "...My."

Rhocielle snorted softly in amusement to Satoshi's chiding remark, but corrected, or rather, made her task simpler, "The shards needn't go through the hull, just lodge in, or land on the deck... The clay will care for the rest." He nodded slowly, and smirked as disc after disk was handed off to feline to freeze and prep, "They just need a means of transportation..." Grey eyes darted abruptly to the unexpected arrival. A low snarl flashed sharp canines at the . It was not the tiefling. It was perhaps... dinner. By the sudden arrival of the rat, lupine mind quickly worked backwards in a logical fashion. Rats scurried from pursuers when alone. This fermin was alone, and likely hiding. If he could bribe it, it would perhaps keep its silence, and the feline and wolf would be free to work unhindered. Paw like hand dipped into a pocket, producing tantalizing strips of dried meat. A suitable bribe as the disgusting orbs of the rat instantly focused upon it. His paw tossed the meat forward, in time with an eagerly advancing creature. A single flash of obsidian followed the song of a sword unsheathed, a headless fermin thereafter. He was clearly not the same Lycan that Satoshi had met in the tournament. The black furred male could not be bothered worrying if the rat would not rat them out. So much for logic. Grunting softly afterward, he nodded to Satoshi to begin her attack once an ample number of missiles had been prepared. Sickly dark blood was wiped from his blade upon the waste-matted fur of the Fermin, as grey eyes looked upon a lit fuse that would soon herald a spectacular explosion upon the oceanic view; soon to be followed by many other such sights.

Satoshi pauses a moment in submerging another disc to watch her beloved run interference against the patrol, and it's while doing this that the Fermin appears, is overlooked by the magus, and is neatly dispatched by Rhocielle. The thunk of the rat's head dropping to the dock and the sharp scent of fresh blood is what draws Satoshi back to sudden attention with an almost audible snap, eyes narrowed to near slits at the sight of the darkly pooling blood. The only thing that keeps the fledgling from outright pouncing the corpse then is the fact that she's bothered to think ahead, making sure she was well fed long before arriving to the scene of a promised battlefield. Best to have her wits fully about her, then risk a feral moment of thoughtlessness. Blinking once, Satoshi resumes her frosty work while speaking in a low voice to Rhocielle. "Thanks. Save that, hm? Nothing like a fresh corpse to restore a bit of energy later, y'know? Every bit helps when you're the only mage on the job." With her words finished the feline steps away from the barrel, the final disc lying frozen in her hands and held out almost like an offering to Rhocielle. "We're ready on our end. And the sooner you light them, the sooner I can deliver them, and go play with the troops Kasyr's bullying."

Splag: Swords flew from scabbards as the patrol reacted to the threat, all except the captain in the middle of the group, who brought his whistle up to his mouth to alert the entire harbor. The four other patrolmen spread out to flank the tiefling, a pair of them to each side of him. Their faces were set and their motions aggressive. They didn't seem too interested in trying to capture him alive after his ambush and murder of two of their partners. Each advance and thrust was covered by their partner and the two teams timed their actions well to keep Kasyr off balance and threatened.

Kasyr simply works with the chaos. Rather then waste time combating the captains lackeys, the hybrid charges into the very midst of the guardsmen group, effectively placing himself in the ideal position for their offensive. The motion also lends the hybrid the momentum he needs to close the distance between himself and the would-be whistleblower- slamming one flat palm into the mans chest so as to knock the wind out of his lungs- before the click of an ejecting wristblade promptly collapses said abused organ. The hybrids other hand simply impacts into the captains kidney, in an attempt to both ensure the absolute impairment of his victim- and to hit him with enough velocity to send him sprawling bodily into one of the men encircling him. With one guard now left to contend with a literal dead weight tackling into him- the hybrid simply sets his sights into tackling the guardsmen who is no longer paired up- escaping the circle with the same amount of haste he had entered. A haste that is used to knock the flat of his newest victims blade aside- if only so the hybrid can simply twist his arm around and shatter the elbow in. Hence impaired- the hybrid needs only run his hand down to the now loosely gripped blade, to simply wrench it from the guards grasp and swing it into the man with enough force to bodily lift him from the ground. "Et now I have one of your swords~ On y va! Entertain moi now." Oh, and now the hybrid has a sword to parry and deflect them with- Isn't it cute?

Rhocielle grunted softly and nodded to feline as he used a foot to force the corpse to sit up against a crate. The abyssal hole in the neck would cease its flow of the life blood that sustained the vampiric kit. The Lycan wasted no time in steadily setting the fuses ablaze, slow burning wicks upon frozen discs giving the allusion of frosted birthday cupcakes, explosive cupcakes at that. No sooner had the last one was lit than a distant explosion beneath surface rocked the dock's heavy structure. "Now, Satoshi," he barked out with blade at the ready in case any more interruptions would make themselves known. Already ears perked and twitched to far off cries and shouts of a rousing populace being awoken by the battles that were blooming around the island. Stealth was no longer a priority, only the success of the mission. Kasyr could handle the skirmish alone, the Lycan reminded himself to keep himself at bay, despite the urge to jump into the fray as well. The Lycan needed to stay with the feline. With Satoshi willing the artic projectiles across the waters, he would have to remain to make sure nothing would halt her assault upon the Imperial fleet. Soon enough, both could go play with the troops the tiefling might have left alive, once every ship bearing Vuyral's flag was nothing more than splinters.

Satoshi spares a moment to glance about curiously in response to the underground explosion before she heaves a dramatic sigh. "That one sounded weak. We'll have to do better to impress~." It's all the feline needs by way of words to empower her magic, and heeding the veiled call are the discs as they lift upwards. For a moment Satoshi stands behind a line of the projectiles, looking like a general commanding a line of invisible archers before, in a continuation of the playact, she whips her arm out sharply and gives a shout in a magic-saturated archaic word. The line of ice is loosed as if from a spring, flying speedily out in an orderly formation, arranged to allow sets of three of each explosive-embedded shard to find a different ship's hull to bury themselves into, at bow, aft, and center. Once the nearest of ships have been given a trio of frozen shards to sport like wicked jewelry, Satoshi simply rocks back on her heels with a wide grin, a casual air about her to mask the drain left with the long-distance spell. "Three.... two... one..."

Splag: The distant explosion had roused some of the harbor people. There was even some activity on board the nearer of the ships as the lookouts turned their gazes inland. The ice shards seem to escape notice until they announce their presence in a very dramatic fashion. Spars are shattered and sent spinning into the sea from several ships. As the echoes of the many blasts start to die down, the sound of many horns and whistles replace it, and crews begin to rush frantically aboard all the ships as they attempt to stave off disaster, plugging holes and sealing off leaks. It will take hours before the final results will be known, which ships would be saved and which would sink, but at least for now, all of the ships are out of commission dealing with the damages.

Kasyr simply sighs. With the growing cacophony brought about by conflict and destruction, the tieflings need for discretion is at an end. A fact the hybrid grudgingly accepts, albeit the abrupt end it brings to his little game. No longer restraining himself the hybrid simply charges straight towards one of the guards still standing, seemingly heedless of his nearby companion. It's only when the two swing in Tandem that the hybrid reacts at all- using the blade he'd acquired to redirect his targets blade aside so that it impacts into that of the other guards. Set off balance as he is, the hybrids other hand simply shoots out to catch the flailing imperial by the throat. A second is given for the man to choke out a gasp, to allow a small gleam of desperation and hope to fuel one last counter-attack, and then the tieflings hand promptly constricts with enough force to utterly crush the mans' neck. Kasyr doesn't even seem to be phased by this outcome, merely moving his leg over to the sagging to-be-corpses chest as his fellow gathers his courage to muster an attack. And yet, what greets this mans offensive is not Kasyr. No, it's his companions final gift to the world- a violent gushing of blood as the hybrid presses his foot into the chest of the guard and hastens his demotion to cadaver status. Unfortunately for the last guard standing, this sickening sight is meant for his eyes in a manner both figurative and literal; the crimson liquid spattering across his face. His swing turns wild, his voice consumed by panic and fury- and then..... there's simply silence. Silence and the tefling knelt before him, his head ducked beneath the now limply held sword, as Kasyr’s hand pushes it's way through his chest. With no other distractions present, the hybrid takes his time in removing his hand from the now collapsing guards body. Yet, the tiefling doesn't immediately venture towards the cryomancer and their fellow conspirator. No, the tiefling’s focus shifts to the body of the captain, and the subtly squirming man beneath. It fixates upon the scared, jerking motions of the man and the sound of his ragged breathing as he struggled to bring his captains blood spattered whistle to his mouth. And it abruptly ends with the tiefling slamming his borrowed blade through that final guardsman’s face- if only so that he can finally rejoin Satoshi. "Almost. ..Almost."

One... Two... Three... Three successive sets blasts ripped the three foremost ships in the fleet with a cloud duo of fire, ice, and drift wood at bow and aft. True to her word, Satoshi's own display was more impressive than the muffled blast from beneath the surface. Only a moment later and similar sets of explosions followed upon the surrounding vessels. Even from the harbor, canine ears flickered to the cries of crews that scurried upon the decks to hastily stave off disaster as punctured hulls quickly took on frigid sea water. "Next batch at the rest of the ships, Satoshi," the wolf said to the ice magus, but with a slight frown. Crippled, but not destroyed fully. Only two blasts had resounded from each of the ships that had taken damage. Where was the third? The question in his mind was answered promptly by a thunderous upward plume of water erupting from the center shot Satoshi had laid within each ship. Delayed clay within the gunpowder chambers finished what the others started. Back to the matter at hand, or rather, what remained of the matter. With the closest ships of the fleet devastated, the ice magus still had the others to deal with. Three salvos, at most, he recalled her saying, before she would need the aid of her tiefling mate, ...or a meal for energy. Grey eyes fell to the headless corpse that sat against a crate. He could think of better meals than a rat, or its blood. Directing his attention back to the ships, his nostrils flared to the sudden rushing scent of a fountain of blood that was apparently behind him. Kasyr had made quick, if quite messy work of the patrol. "Kasyr will be right here, soon enough, Satoshi," he remarked, a bit firmly. He did not want the vampiric kit suddenly losing control over the literal buffet on the dock. That was the least of his concerns as his sharp wolfish eyes focused on the remaining ships. For certain the afflicted ships were no longer functioning, but the remaining fleet was likely on alert as to what had caused the attacks, archers at the galleys and cannons on the gun decks. The rest of the ships needed to be dealt with as quickly as possible before their location was acquired. Once the tiefling would join them, perhaps the true power of the cryomancer could be unleashed, if necessary. He hoped she would not be forced to.

Satoshi's torn between the series of distractions, including the bloody mess Kasyr's making and the cacophony from the blasted ships, but it's Rhocielle's firm words that snap her back to attention and resettle her focus. Her thoughts then follow the same pattern as the lycan's: stop the Navy before their location is acquired. That's what she's here for, though, to put her brand of magic to use. "This is going to take some extra energy..." the magus murmurs to the next row of prepared discs, her expression distant and thoughtful as she glances from the projectiles to the still floating vessels. Giving Rhocielle a nod to signal he light these discs, the feline steps back and takes a breath, gathering and weaving her magic into the complex spell she's going to need once the Warder is finished. When the time arrives, the feline wastes no energy on playful remarks, only issuing an order to the frozen discs in an arcane language--a rarity for the magus, and sign this is a particularly taxing casting--and with the command comes their immediate response: the arctic bombs 'leap' off the dock to plunge into the sea below without a splash, their lit fuses carefully preserved by a bubble of air around their entirety. This 'bubble' is the costliest on Satoshi, as rigid focus is needed to constantly fuel fresh air to the tiny flames and maintain the shape as they speed beneath the water's surface, and coupled with the long distance and required haste they each must travel... it's no wonder the kit vampire's energy is rapidly waning. But, it's worth it for the results. Once her submerged projectiles reach the opposite side of the surviving Navy vessels, they again resurface and, in a repeat and reversed performance, pepper the next group of hulls in preparation for their soon to follow explosions. Satoshi doesn't even wait for the fuses to reach their ends, promptly slumping to the dock with a wavering sigh, content to watch the 'fireworks' while seated. She does, however, manage one of her side remarks despite the sudden weariness, "Let's see 'em locate us now, hm? Enemies on both sides and such..."

Splag: On board the warship 'Talant Ypsir' in the Port Rynvale harbor, Herfort Gher was shaken out of his bunk by the blasts from a nearby ship. Staggering to his feet, the young elven seaman pushed off the wall with one hand and raced up the stairs and onto the deck of his ship. Looking out over the rail, he could see the confusion and damage of the neighboring ship. While he stared, something tugged at the edge of his awareness, his sorcerer’s senses alerting him to a magical working. Although not a major sorcerer, Herfort had finished his apprenticeship and passed his first tests years ago. But he loved the sea, and chose to join the navy rather than confine himself into a library. Now he spared a brief thought as to whether or not the Library might not have been a better choice. Too late now though. He concentrated on what his senses were telling him, squinting into the darkness. As the second wave of bombs was launched he could almost see the streaks under the water, including some headed for his own boat. He didn't have long to think about it, but he didn't think he would be able to stop or deflect all of the streaks headed his way, so he did the first thing he could think of. Extending both arms he scrunched his eyes closes and summoned up what power he could on short notice and launched a series of sparkling blasts into the air, all converging on what seemed to be the origin point of the incoming streaks. Hopefully the attacking wizard didn't think to conceal their backtrail. Up on the cliffs around the harbor the gunnery crews had been watching helplessly as the ships under their watch were under attack, unable to find a target to strike back at - until they saw the streaks launch from one of the ships and head back to the docks. With nothing better to do the gunnery crews start cranking their guns around to point at their own dock, then start touching off the fuses, even as explosions touch off across the rest of the fleet below them.

Kasyr comes to a skidding halt in front of Satoshi, seemingly hesitant to touch her. It's only when he notes the lack of concentration that it's deemed safe to sweep her up into a hug, "...A bit more cut et dry than the original plan...but this was a bit more efficient, oui. So~" So, impending doom is busy being aimed towards the harbor. And the tiefling sure hasn't noticed.

The force of the newest volley, so close the lower confines of the hulls, rocked each ship with such power as to send any unfortunate curious rail-bound souls overboard and into an icy death. Those indeed were the unfortunate ones. Slowly, darkness would envelope them as hypothermia would set in with each passing moment in the black moonlit sea. The most fortunate to perish from the harbor assault would be the ones closest to the points of impact for each explosive. Ice and wooden shrapnel blossomed the moment the fuse made direct contact with the specialized clay. Despite the resurfacing of the icy projectiles, they nevertheless punctured too close to the waterline of each vessel. Every second, a crashing wave against hull would pour a flood of salt laden fluid below decks. The newest and last victims of the fleet would eventually sink on their own, regardless of valiant efforts by the crew. As for those already limping their way along the harbor while their crews worked in a frenzy to keep them afloat, the Lycan gave one last order to the Ice Magus, "Pour as much of the sea water as you can into the openings in the first ships, Satoshi..." A glance over his shoulder was granted to the feline, a concerned frown suddenly marring his expression. "Can you handle it...?" he asked, just as the tiefling appeared. With the arrival of Kasyr, he hoped their combined strength would be enough to conclude their assault. With good timing, as out of his peripherals, portions of the night sky were illuminated by bright flares that seemed drawn to the trio. Jerking his muzzle in their encroaching direction, his ears cranked to an alert state to something not heard by the others. "Arien...," came the almost inaudible mutter. She was injured, and calling for the others; it was likely she was calling for only those around her, but he still heard her clearly. In accordance with his promising threat to her, he would come for her. Focused, but working in a frantic speed, his mind took account of the situation. The devastated fleet was not drawing weapons upon them, they couldn't, as all available hands aboard were in ordered hysteria to prevent the loss of their vessels. So what were those flares for? Scanning the surroundings, sharp wolfen eyes saw the cannons in the cliffs moving in a telltale cranking motion towards the docks themselves. A low spoken curse erupted from his maws. Their time was running out, and his heart was demanding his presence elsewhere. Turning his attention fully to the vampires, the wolf gave a final word of advice, "The fleet's damaged enough. If you can, do as I had suggested, Satoshi, to guarantee they will all be at the bottom of the ocean..., but do not risk your lives unnecessarily." His paw directed focus towards the coastal guns, "They are threatening to attack their own docks, to deal with us soon. I leave it up to you if you leave now for the city proper, or later." Heavy sigh came from his maws, "Thank you for all your help... As for me, I am heading for the mansion..." A quick dip of his muzzle was spared in quick cordial departure before the black Lycan began his trek at the call for reinforcements at the Governor's Mansion. His sprint near the edge of the docks came to an abrupt halt at the first thundering boom from the cliffs, followed by others. "Run!..." his own husky voice boomed back at the others. There would only be seconds before the dock would be ravaged in the same manner as the harbor. Only a fleeting moment was spared to make sure the feline and tiefling would take their leave as well; the wolfen warder continued his swift strides into the city.

Satoshi's mid-spell when she's pulled into the tiefling's embrace, her casting not interrupted despite the unexpectedness of it or the murmured, "Did you have fun~?". She hasn't missed the streaks of light--how can she, with her nighttime vision well-adjusted to the dark and nearly half-blinded by the sudden bright flares--and although she's unaware of the threat of the cliff bound enemies this brings about, the feline is certain the ships now need to be properly sunk to be rid of the obvious danger of other mages. It's with this firmly set in mind that the magus gives renewed focus to her spell, her contact with Kasyr readily seized upon to borrow from his surplus of energy and feed into the growing enchantment as she heeds Rhocielle's suggestion. "Drown 'em for good. Can do, wolf." With each quiet word from Satoshi, the waters of the harbor begin to swell higher, even cresting into waves sporadically as the energy builds under the cryomancer's directive. Eagerly the building waves begin to break against the crippled ships, but rather than recede afterwards the water remains, clinging unnaturally with frosty fingers and climbing up the rough wood to spill into gaping wounds like a horde of misshapen beasts. It's in a matter of seconds that Satoshi--with the aid of siphoned mana--transforms the harbor from a place of gently lapping waves to a hell of turbulent miniature, ship-devouring tsunamis, setting her watery conjurations on the Navy and its remaining crews with the singular purpose of dragging each one to the sea-bottom. The gunnery crew on the cliff has similar desires, albeit not for the same people. And like the tiefling Satoshi's unaware of them, having missed Rhocielle's mention of them while lost in casting, and only discovers their existence with the first roaring booms of their cannonfire, a blast of which strikes close enough to decimate the Fermin corpse and patch of dock it had been resting upon, leaving only a gaping hole and splinters behind. As she instinctively cringes against Kasyr's side, Satoshi's left with that age old choice: Fight or flight. And although the latter is her usual pick, tonight it promises an early demise to make a dash down the lengthy dock under the heavy fire. Which leaves her the former option...

But whatever Satoshi has planned never comes to fruition as, before anything can be put into action, the dock suffers too much damage under the decimating rounds of cannon-blast and with a groan and crack of shredded timber, the entire structure plunges into the wildly thrashing ocean.

Kasyr's aware of very little in those moments, his sole actions centered around sheltering Satoshi from the confusion of wood and stone shrapnel. Even as the dock crumbles around and beneath him, she's tightly held within his arms and the protective barrier that his trench coat served as - up until the very moment the waters swallow them both.

Sounds of raging tempest and deafening cannon fire slowly faded as the dock ceased to exist. Satoshi's furious arctic spell had been silenced, and the coastal guns no longer had a target. As engulfing waves receded back into the embracing chill of the ocean that gave birth to them, only drifting clues of a once massive fleet remained. Fragments of hull and mast with tattered sails cruised along the surface. The fortunate crews of the Time Lord's armada were those that perished instantly beneath the surface of icy waters into an eternal watery grave. Those that survived the final assault of the vampiric kit were not destined to live much longer. Life sapping chill of the water soon would leave the harbor littered with the floating dead. The fleet was devastated, and a large portion of the docks were destroyed. A heavy price was paid at the harbor for the liberation of the island, perhaps heavier than most would ever know.

A solitary feather washes ashore, not caring of winners or losers to any battle for liberation. Rainbow-hued, sandy, and bedraggled, it could very well have fallen from the tail of one of the island's many parrots, but its previous owner knew its true origin, and although it's lost its casing of enchanted ice the couatl's feather has managed to survive the battles of Rynvale at least. And likely fated to end up a mere trinket in a child's treasure chest now that it's lost its original purpose in binding feline and couatl minds.