You need to quickly look around... And you need to remain vigilant so that you don’t get stabbed...

You quickly look around...

The battle continues all around... The whistling of swords, the grinding of metal, the stench of torn bodies, blood flowing down their faces and clothes...

Blood floods the deck, forming sticky puddles...

Everything is happening too fast...

You are **** to dodge a series of blows from enemy blades. You retreat to the side where there are more armed sailors than pirates.

Your feet slide slightly on the deck and stumble, stepping on someone's dead body...

You almost got hit in the throat with a spear... Fortunately, some sailor prevented this: he hit this pirate-spearman with a small mace. The pirate received a wound to his hand and because of this his blow in your direction was not so accurate...

You continue to retreat... The pain from your wounds and bruises is getting stronger...

You see a tall pirate jumping on board an Orlanian dromon from the side of one of the pirate ships. He appears to be a muscular man in his 40s. His skin has a bronze tint. He does not have any armor - he is dressed, like other pirates, in light fabric clothing. But in his hands you see a large two-handed ax, the blade of which glistens with a faint bluish glow.

You think: “Perhaps this is a pirate captain...”

This pirate quickly rushes into the thick of the battle. His large ax mercilessly chops down armed sailors. Severed hands, severed heads, splashes of blood and heart-rending screams of those dying from terrible wounds...

The bloody blade of his ax glistens with a bluish light. You notice that even those sailors who were able to dodge the blade of this ax are **** to step aside. You see grimaces of pain on their faces, as if they had received some kind of damage anyway.

Following the pirate leader's entry into the battle, the pirate attacks from the two ships intensified. All the new armed thugs jump on board the dromon.

The abordage continues. The pirates managed to slightly push back the dromon team.

Once again you find yourself in the midst of a battle...

You feel more and more pain from your wounds... A wound in your leg... A wound in your arm...

You swung your sword and cut off the fingers of a pirate who was trying to slash at your shoulder with an ax blade.

The severed fingers ended up on the deck, as did the axe. However, your enemy was not confused. He pulled a dagger from his belt with his left hand and rushed towards you, waving his weapon.

You took a step back and delivered a quick thrust with your thin elven sword. The tip of your sword pierced the pirate's heart. You quickly pulled your blade out of the mortal wound. The pirate's body continued to move by inertia and fell somewhere near the wooden boxes with ship's gear.

Then three pirates rush at you at once. Two with short swords. One with a sword and buckler shield. You barely have time to parry the blows of your enemies. Several blows land on your body. But your chain mail can withstand these hits.

You are almost surrounded. Because of your wounds, you move more slowly... A little more and these three scum attack you simultaneously from three sides. And then nothing will save you. Everything will be useless. Chain mail, agility... You will simply become a corpse.