(18) Abandon Ship º5

Mercy straightened from her crouching position on the floor. As Faust followed up after her against the pirate (as it was confirmed to be), she looked around for the crewman that had been fighting here, her head shifting this way and that. She just managed to spot the blue-white striped back of the crewman disappearing around the opposing corner, and frowned. Where is he off to in such a hurry? Not even a thank you? Perhaps it was for the best, however. If they were going to ditch the ship by their lonesome, and effectively steal a lifeboat, they would want to alert neither pirate nor crewman. It wasn't as if Mercy cared particularly for them, anyway. Her goal was clear, and that's all that mattered at this point.

She brought her attention back to the fight, in time to see the pirate ungracefully hit the floor--too out of sorts, it wasn't likely he'd get up anytime soon. An odd scene, however, welcomed her wandering eyes. Faust's axe was embedded quite far into a support beam in the wall, which was thick enough to actually snap off the blade and leave the blunt spherical bit at the end. Eyes widened comically in surprise, at not only the sight of the axe but at the power needed to accomplish this feat, she was only brought back by the look on his face.

Her arrested giggles hopefully went unheard as he retrieved his axe from the wall.

“Well then…. This guy is probably not going anywhere.” Faust confirmed, nodding to her, and she adopted a neutral expression as she nodded back.

((Action: Mercy follows Faust.))

As soon as his back was turned, she smiled in amusement. Following him up the stairs however, that faded quickly. The clangs of weaponry reminded her of how outmatched and dangerous it was to be facing someone armed. Whether a sword or a blunt instrument, she would be forced to block any hits with her own body that she didn't manage to avoid, seeing as she was unarmed. With that thought in mind, as they neared the top of the staircase, she reached for the object leaning against the frame of the doorway.

A mop. “I guess beggars can't be choosers.” She gave a half-hearted laughed she didn't feel, grimly expecting to have to resort to her fists and kicks anyway. “You know what, Faust? I probably should have grabbed that shortsword, even if I've never used one in my life.”

Even if I went back, however, that'd be wasting more time. We don't know how or when the outcome of this battle will turn out. "But forget it, let's go." She added after reasoning with herself, shrugging helplessly.

((Event: [=Y] A pirate meets them ahead. Take it away, Faust.))