Slom fealt the wind whipping his hair back, standing at the tip of The Odacious' battering ram he braced before his ship smashed into the enemy's starboard, letting the force of collision fling him onto the other ship's deck, his sword slashing at helmeted heads and cutting off an unguarded shoulder, he landed in the middle of a magical circle, cutting robes and limbs and breaking the concentration of the chanting Players.
Rolling out of harms way he fealt the magical enegies released from the broken circle, fending off an axe and grabbing an enemy hand to push a sword at its ally's face, twirling on one foot he kicked another Player in the groin just before he fealt the whole ship shivering and jumped a fraction of a second before ice coated it all over, solidifying legs and fallen bodies to the deck, in minutes he fealt how the Players started abandoning their characters and bellowed "surrender at once or be slain in horrible pain" adding the credits required by the system.
Known as the Emperor of the Seas his command carried enough weight to stop any battle he ever bothered to join, his Colosal class warship was know all over the world for the last thousand years and his fleets ruled every marine merchant path ubove and below the ground, walking around his newly aquired ship it seemed a little small to actually challenge his Odacious being a single dreadnought The Merciful had no chance from the second it set sail, his spies in the harbor already knew her whole route, manned by a tiny guild Slom almost pitied them.
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Finding the captain took a few minutes as it appeared he fell in the initial attack and his hand was stuck to the deck, Slom cut his hand and held him up, examining the miserable sob that challenged his rules and didn't want to pay his tolls, the agent described him as an obnoxious man, aloof and confrontational but Slom found none of that, this man was a pitiful broken husk, shivering in cold and pain on the verge of tears, "how old are you?" Slom blurted.
"19" the Player replied and clumped his mouth.
"Young to challenge the Emperor", Slom stared hard at him, "wouldn't you agree?".
"There is no Emperor", the Player spat, "only legends told by NPCs to make us pay stupid tolls".
Slom barked a laugh, "no Emperor?" the Player nodded, "what if I told you he was standing right in front of you?" the Player's eyes bulged in sudden realization "thats right", slom said and stabbed the oblivious captain in the stomache, leaving him to die in a few minutes.