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He preps another shot of his magical bow and, after waiting for it to charge, sends another explosive shot out towards the crashers.

"I will join you!" Alfred called as he climbed onto the back of the dragon and said "By the by, I didn't catch you name? Mine's Alfred" as he looked around to where the airship was.

White Demon noticed a nearby air-sailor, and he reached underneath his blouse to grab his knife.. Only to realize it wasn't there.
He looked down, panicked at the feeling of his knife not being there. He had must have left it behind!

White Demon looked to the Duchess with Cris' child and quickly decided to join them, cuddling up to the Duchess's dress gently with glassy eyes.

'It's been a while since I rode a dragon... So...' He quickly jumped atop Scholar with the best war cry he can muster!

"mh-mh~ we are anonymous indeed Scholar... I was wondering if I could-" but then her words are interrupted by the sudden appearance of the flying Galleon. A sly, excited smile appears on her lips. Several thoughts crossed her head in that instant, taking care of it in her style would be unbecoming in such occasion... but then hears Scholar's proposal and instantly flies on his back "LET'S CRASH THE CRASHERS!" Umbra boasted, breaking her colness for a moment.

Na'aiyah was quick to draw her sword, getting the attention of her little ferret that had decided to run off earlier. It quickly came running back to her feet. Without a warning, it grew in size, into what seemed like a mix between a bear and a ferret, big enough to be ridden, a low growling coming from it. "Well this took a turn quickly."

Tairloth followed quickly behind Scholar, hands glowing with orange flame as she prepared to attack.

"Thank you", Cris murmured, almost soundlessly, as she passed Rosy into the Duchess's arms. She winked reassuringly at the confused baby girl, then turned around, her eyes narrowed behind the mask as she motioned head-on toward the swordmen threatening the other party-goers.

There was something to be told about an unassuming woman in a kimono and a mask walking toward armored pirates as if they had been waving vuvuzuelas and streamers instead of swords. It could just be bravado, of course - but combined with the mask concealing her expression, it lend her appearance a certain ominous quality, almost ghost-like.

"Who would you be, the Raiders of the Lost Turkey?" she taunted, moving closer. And closer. "Wow, such a feat, robbing a banquet of party people... I'm guessing these days it's like the kindergarden level of piracy? How do they say... slow clap?"

The Scholar, now with Alfred, Umbra, and Aggles all mounted upon his broad green back, springs up from his crouch and lopes forward. After several mighty bounds--which would be plenty jarring for his riders--he launches himself upward with a powerful stroke of his wings. There is a rushing sensation, and a feeling that the three left their stomachs on the ground, as he gains altitude swiftly. Thankfully, he is wearing a sort of harness as part of his costume, giving his riders something to hold on to. "Have at thee!" he roared over the wind. His big body made a lee in the wind for Tairloth to fly in--sticking close might be a good tactic for the pair!

The two young folk cuddling against the Duchess are surrounded by a gentle warmth that seems to exude from her being, the faintest smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, clove and cocoa, riding on the crisp scent of snow. She twitches the skirt of her ballgown, wrapping it a little more tightly around the White Demon to keep him warm, then gently rests a hand on Rosy's head . As a green pirate charges toward the trio, branches of holly abruptly erupt from the ground, creating a thorny cocoon around them, keeping the pirate busy hacking away at the quickly growing plant.

Several green sailors plummet from the ropes, tumbling and rolling in a bruised pile as they are struck by Aggles' spells. But the Galleon is coming around, and as the dragon lifts away with its riders, the first of the cannons roar!

"Looks like I'm gonna have to pull out the BIG GUNS!" He said, trying his hardest to sound cool as he started prepping something big with his staff, his face holding a confident smirk.

As the dragon took flight, Alfred had to hold on to the harness with all his hands to make sure he wasn't thrown off. As he looked down, he got a feeling of vertigo and quickly looked away to focus on the task at hand, drawing a revolver, so as to be ready when boarding the flying galleon.

White Demon tightly closed his eyes, holding at Duchess' dress fabric gently with his hands.
He really wished he could help, but unfortunately it was not possible.

However, staying by the Duchess' side made him feel cozy, the soft smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, clove and cocoa, and the warmth that seemed to be coming off of her.
If it wasn't so chaotic at the moment and he were standing up, he would have fell asleep right then and there.

Blissfully unaware of the ruckus going on - but now a little unnerved over not being able to see her mum - Rosy turned toward the Duchess and mumbled something, nuzzling her hand softly. Then she turned to the White Demon and adressed him with that inintelligible but adorable chatter of hers.

Meanwhile the sailor trying to chop off the holly protecting them would suddenly find the sword swatted from his hands as a shuriken flew through the air. Tklak! - and another one had taken its place between Cris's gloved fingers. "Why you don't take it out with someone your own size?" she challenged.

"Oh dear, HOLD ON!" the dragon roars to his passengers. He banks hard to the left, letting the cannonball whiz past. But his inertia is so great that he can't stop himself from executing a full barrel roll before evening out his flight. He flaps hard to reach the altitude of the galleon and begins to circle it in ever-closer orbits. Finally he manages to line himself up such that he can grab the prow as it bears down on him. The muscles in his forelegs and back all tense as he holds on tight, allowing his passengers to board the galleon by climbing forward down his neck.

Seeing some of the green pirates approach the duchess, the two she was seeming to protect, Na'aiyah quickly jumped up on the back of her mount. With what seemed like nearly no communication, they charged at the enemy and took them out.

White Demon opened his eyes upon hearing Rosy's chatters, so he let go of the Duchess' dress with his one hand to wave at her to acknowledge her, then continued back to grasping at the fabric.

After the aerobatics and rough landing, Alfred was feeling quite giddy as he stepped onto the galleon, but after steadying himself he looked over to see some of the crew running towards him.

He thrust his staff forwards and, from the tip, a giant dark blue laser beam bursts forth with the force of a comet falling down to earth. The slight glimmer of stars can be seen within it, as if he was shooting a piece of space out from his weapon. With all his strength, he moved the laser back, forth, up, down, left, right, trying to hit as many crew members as he can as he cackles loudly.

The little fox girl tilted her head and waved back, smiling at the White Demon. Her fluffy tail swished a little and she shifted her position so as to snuggle both with him and the Duchess, as if she wanted to hug and be hugged at the same time.