Foampatch

Daring, brash, pessimistic

Foampatch said a prayer to a god she did not believe in and thrust her sword into the pirate's wing, dragging the sword upwards.

Its name was Bloodseeker.

The pirate roared and lurched forward, the Mirror's sharpened claws - talons - catching on Foampatch's shoulder.

Foampatch hissed at the pain, regretting, not for the first time, that her crew had decided to loot this ship. Foampatch was not the captain, and as such was unable to advise her captain, a brute of a Guardian named Jestor, of the reinforcements of the ship they were approaching, of the shimmering bottom that she caught sight of that she knew to mean that there were dragons hidden in the belly of the ship. However, Jestor was an unkind dragon, even to his crew, and his motley band of dragons knew that little could be done once Jestor had made up his mind.

Foampatch glanced around as she ducked another blow from the Mirror. 7 of their dragons to 15 of the enemy's. Foampatch did not think this was a fight that could be won.

Regardless, Foampatch sliced downwards with Bloodseeker, and hit her mark, the Mirror bellowing as she stumbled backwards, the pain from the wound in her side finally incapacitating her. Foampatch had won the battle. She sighed, knowing it would not be the last today.

Then Foampatch made up her mind. She became a pirate for profit. Profit above all else.

Hastily, she made her way into the room where the silks that the enemy pirates had looted were stored. As Jestor was known to only aim to plunder treasure and precious metals, Foampatch knew the room would be unprotected. She kicked down the door, and seeing a chest overflowing with silks and other clothing materials, she hauled it back up to the deck, her injured shoulder aching with every movement, as free flowing blood stained the floor beneath her.

The crew of the ship were beginning to take notice, so Foampatch launched herself and her treasures into the sky, Bloodseeker still firmly strapped to her waist. As a Skydancer, she found it laughably easy to lose the small Fae and the mighty Guardians giving chase. Neither had the agility and the stamina to keep up with Skydancers, and soon, Jestor and her old crew were fading into the distance, their minds still preoccupied by the battle they were quickly losing.

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