Tsan

As he turned to look where he was going, she seized her chance, calling loudly, "Attack!". There was a moment's confusion, as he looked for who she was calling to, releasing her sensitive flesh as he did. When he looked back towards her, he was met with the heel of her hand slamming into his nose, the cartilage flexing and then giving under her **** while the man stumbled backwards, eyes watering.

Reaching for one of the pistols, she saw her opportunity, slamming her hand into his elbow, keeping him from drawing the weapon from its holster, pressing him up against the wall.

Tsan was built like any elf, and weaker than the man in a fair competition of strength, but she had both hands pressing against his elbow, making him exert himself in an awkward direction as he tried to draw the weapon, his other arm half-pressed into the wall, battering at the elf's face and shoulder ineffectually.

As the man gained back his bearings, Tsan realized the battle of brute **** was a losing one, and instead reversed the pressure on his arm, ducking under it as she helped him along, the pistol swinging wide, until she slammed his hand into the wall, loosening his grip.

Growling, he cursed her in a medley of uncivilized tongues. His free hand reached out, gripping her braid and yanking hard, snapping the elf's head back as she cried out, earning him the slightest reprieve.

Outside the sounds of fighting could be heard as the pirate's attack lost the element of surprise and resorted to an ****. Blades clanged and the reports of pistols and rifles could be heard as madness descended on the night's calm.

Tsan raised one knee towards the cutthroat's groin. She knew that attacking his genitals would likely only enrage him, adrenaline ensuring he wouldn't feel the effects until after the fight, so instead she aimed for the nerve cluster on his inner thigh, driving her knee into it. The effect was immediate, as that leg buckled, and she used the opening it made to bring her free hand to his harness, dragging one of the flintlocks free, and discharging it, all in the same motion.

The pirate gave her a surprised look, before sagging, sliding down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, dark blood making the footing sticky and wet. Tsan stared down at the dying man in horror, her adrenaline quickly fading as she realized what she'd done. Tears welled in her eyes, and she retreated a step.

From the cabin to her left, another buccaneer stepped out, seeing her, and the gun in her hand, he started to move in her direction before Roblin's fist slammed into his face. Unlike the elf, the half-breed wasn't slight of build, and the **** behind the fist made a variety of sickening crunches and cracks as it reduced the pirate to a meat puppet with its strings cut.

Roblin gripped her shoulder, shaking her. "Are ye alright?" He questioned. She didn't answer, looking up at him through tear-clouded eyes, the flintlock finally dropping from her fingers.