As she looked quickly from side to side and happened to catch a small glance of Nero swinging his sword wildly, taking out one man. But there was another advancing on him quickly from behind. Knowing he would never hear her over the roar of the battle, she had one of two choices do something or stand here and watch him die. She choose to do something.
A quick survey around and above her gave her the perfect idea. Near by she climbed a pole, grabbed one of the many ropes holding up their sail and jumped, propelling her weight through the air. Holding on for dear life, grinning for all she was worth, she thrilled at this new adventure. Well I did dream of being an acrobat as a child. She laughed to herself.
Something must have alerted the Captain, because he looked up in time to see her fly by him and watched as her shoe landed right in the face of the man only a foot behind him now. Melanie knocked the man over and jumped down.
Instantly she whorled around and sunk her short sword through the man’s chest, shocked at her own behavior, yet some how extremely ecstatic by doing something totally out of character and so wild. “What the hell do you...” Nero started to yell at her, but she cut him off, by swinging around him and taking out yet another enemy.
“Pay attention damn it, unless you want to end up dead.” Melanie yelled back.
“Fine, but we will talk about this later.” He said, swinging his sword in the opposite direction, taking out another man. They stood back to back, for what seemed like hours fighting, but was only mere minutes. They killed one man after another, never stepping more than a few inches away from each other. But no matter how many men they killed, there always seemed to be ten more to replace the one that had just fallen.
What happened next, Melanie didn’t know, everything just stopped. They were surrounded by at least thirty men, but none attacked them. They just stood there, waiting and watching them. Melanie took a look around, there didn’t seem to be any of their crew left, and finally the truth dawned on her.
They had lost the battle.
But why don’t they just kill us and take the ship? What is the hold up? Her heart pounded along with her thoughts, before she could get the nerve to whisper to Nero. “Why didn’t they just kill us?”
Resigned he sighed and let his sword fall to the deck in front of him, making a loud clanging noise in the total silence, “They want us alive. We are to be a trophy for their Captain.”