"And thus, we have reached our destination." [i]Olythran spoke, his armor now dried and somewhat repaired after the encounter with the beastly serpent. He had removed his helmet for the time-being, clutching the visor of the helm within his left hand as he held his poleaxe with his right, his lime green eyes narrowing as he saw the group of pirates. A faint smile crossed his face, but it was far from joy - oh, it was bloodlust: Olythran hated pirates, murderers and thieves, and he'd certainly have fun with this bunch.[/i] "Quit being so damn edgy," [i]Octavia muttered beside her brother, as she drew her dagger and recently acquired sword from the cache - a 25" inch long steel broadsword, a weapon that she had found to like within the supplies that the ship held. She was fully armored in what light apparel that she had, her caged helmet hiding away her lime green eyes as she stared upon the pirates. She looked over at Haknir, a friendlier tone taking place as she asked a question.[/i] "You're acting as if they didn't expect us already. Will they attack?"