[gremlin]

Roy's men were suddenly flooded by the apparent enemy, why were there so much? He cursed under his breath as he brought his sword across a man's flesh with ease. Though he appeared to be calm inside he was almost losing control of himself. The smell of blood was almost unbearable. It was intoxicating, he shook off the feeling, he had to remain alert. Roy had just finished striking down another man as he heard the sound of feet pounding against the deck. He turned quickly, his sword clashed with another man's sword. Roy forcefully pushed the man back, his eyes grew wide as a sudden realisation overcame him. This just got a bit more interesting.

"My Lord, Roy!" the man said, though he was clearly mocking Roy. He smiled at him warmly though Roy wouldn't let his guard down. He couldn't tell if the man was jokingly fighting with them as they had done when they were children or if he had bad intentions. He could have been easily manipulated to hunt down Roy as others had been. "Or should I say Captain Roy?" he leaned over a little bowing then quickly stood back up straight with his shoulders back. "What a mighty fine ship you have here, I must say!" He walked a little to the right, Roy began to take a few steps. They looked like animals moving in a circle, hunting each-other, who would strike first?

"Have you lost your ability to speak or are you just that happy to see me?" the man asked, laughter erupted from him. Once they were only a few feet away he charged at Roy, their swords met again and they remained still with their swords pressed together. "Should I be happy to see you?" Roy asked, he smiled at the man despite the current situation. "I can't tell if you're playing with me or wishing to take me life." he laughed a little though it was a rather weak one.