Thousands of pirates claiming years of combat experience against both the elements and brute force devoured the island like the jaws of the white eyed alpha. Only estimation could decide the number of doom ships there that day.
Twenty-nine. Thirty...seven? Fifty?
The ravagers spent not a second for evaluation - they poured in savagely, before and after the ships came close enough to shore. The pirates utilized their own with the minds of Wind and Water to send tsunamis and tornadoes, carelessly wiping away some of their own. They averaged 200 hunger-driven beasts per vessel and claimed the lives of two Lifekeeping Soldiers caught off guard along the beach, almost immediately upon arrival.
Parallel to the invaders, the Cursekeepers were given no time for thought and charged in instinctively valorant. The Curse Keepers divided into defense for inland and offense that fought towards the shore. The offense pushed forward, eliminating 600 pirates on the catastrophic way, losing twelve more to Glass and Acid Magic cannonballs, and another three to elite magic-wielding marauders. As the battle raged on, cries emerged from the Sleep Shack. Jawn sprinted to the loud bawling and stepped in, searching.
"Who’s sobbing in here?" Jawn shouted, "There are no seconds to spare sulking, get your asses movi-"
Pacing in the big old wooden contraption was Zaltanya cradling a crying infant in an old, oversized shirt and Balton pacing anxiously. As the twos eyes' landed on Jawn, they exhaled in relief. Balton sprinted out and Zaltanya passed over the baby to Jawn - it was much bigger in his arms than it appeared in Zaltanya's.
"Where the hell did you get this?!" Jawn shouted with great confusion as the two ran off into battle.
"Keep dat boy safe or it's your ass, got that?" Balton yelled back, grabbing a grayish-white blunderbuss on his side.
"What!"
Zaltanya intervened, placing a big hand onto Jawn's shoulder. "You are very vital to the people on this island, Jawn. It's best you avoid going out and risking your life. If you fall, many of us will too."
Jawn quickly gathered himself. "The north and west sides of the island have less of us, I recommend you guys go to those parts."
Magic painted the sky above like a drunken man with a canvas and paint and rained down to land. Pirates along the west felt assured of their victory as the Curse Keepers were overwhelmed. Hearty laughter flooded the air until a corpse launched into one of the rancid men, killing him on impact. The pirates scurried frantically before catching sight of the tosser and rushed her: Zaltanya. They swung their blades at the giantess, causing minor cuts at best and, at worst, blades snapped and flung free. Skulls were snatched and crushed, limbs were shattered and torsos impaled with the force of the mighty Vastus! The raiders could not expect such a massive person to be able to move with such agility. As the sword wielders were extinguished, cannonballs were regurgitated from mortars to desperately rain upon her - only to be grabbed before touching ground and shot back by hand with incomprehensible force, sinking ship after ship. But, the end of the fight was not near. From beneath the demolition of the ships emerged battered and bruised seafaring mages, driven by vengeance.
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Over in North Vitality, the Blitz danced around the forces, using his Blunderbuss of the gusts and Wind Mind to destroy bones and jetting them away. He tossed a flintlock into the air, followed its trajectory with his arm, and pulled the arm down with tremendous force, ripping in massive wind causing the flintlock to fire frantically in the area, wiping twenty-two hearts and thirty-four hollow heads of the curse thieves. The flintlock cracked before hitting the ground and losing its trigger as Balton caught it from air.
“More, throw in more!” a frigate captain shouted, sending another wave at Balton. This wave of aggressors now were equipped with magic, but that meant essentially nothing to the prodigy of Wind and gunslinging. Katastrof flung a tornado of unimaginable size impacted with massive devastation: trees were uprooted and the attackers pulled in, dying to tremendous whiplash and debris swirling at nearly sound speed in the mix. The cyclone dropped its mess of Earth-material and one hundred-forty man as it dissipated. Winded, Balton fell back for a moment. He usually has an easy time catching his breath, but the opportunity was ripped away when a bolt of Ash crashed into his left leg and polluted the air with its dense cloud of smog, tearing at the lungs, blocking his view, and charring him. A burst of air erupted off the Blitz, dispersing the cinder gas and allowing him to see a third rush with even more than before. With his flintlock unstable, Balton had to rely on his Magic Blunderbuss, turning the weapon into a slightly lighter gray as he equipped it. He aimed the gun at the incoming ferocity, covered his ear nearest to it and pulled its trigger, spurring a shotgun-like blast of air that boomed forward. Cadavers were pushed back against the ground like a fat insect squashed and pushed along pavement to have its entrails spread. Those who survived were punished for their audacity to live with bleeding ears and a lifetime without sound nor sight. The captain of six ships grew furious, clenching an Ash Magic circle in hand. A propulsion of Ash landed him before a battered Balton, swiping his hand across to spew waves of ember. Ash clouds grew as the Cinder Captain fueled it. The ash cemented itself around Balton, entombing him in the ever-thickening crust, and pressuring more weight down from the dense and toxic cloud. A final gust exploded from the Blitz Bullet, clearing the spiraling ashes, and rising to stand on his unstable legs. Without hesitance, the angry Captain threw an Ash-infused punch at Balton, connecting it to his right cheek.
"I knock you braindead?" Captain Cinders mocked. A pale purple aura lined around Cinders's aggressive arm. He attempted to pull back his arm, discovering it moved much slowly and felt extremely heavy. Captain Cinders attempted to shake his arm to no avail; the weight of it was too great for him to lift and he was dropped to the ground, leaving an imprint in the earth where his arm crashed. The fright-flooded Ash Captain fought the pull as if a chained bear, eventually having his arm ripped away by the sheer heaviness as he made a scurrying attempt to board a distant frigate that had not yet been demolished. Unfortunately for Captain Cinders, destiny had no further plans for him. His legs locked up and crashed to the ground, snapping the knees. The magic consumed the man entirely and increased its oppression forcing snaps, pops, and crackles to the ears. Eventually, the magic became so great that Cinders could no longer sustain himself and was crushed beneath its weight, flattened and compressed into the thickness of paper.