Vega- Sword throw

“No!” screamed Vega, kicking open the door, the bars smashing into the Wolflord as the Shark rushed in. His rapier was out, lunging through the air and finding the back of Scorpio’s head. The blade went through, embedding in the brig wall on the other side, causing the Sea Marshal of Bast’s struggling to instantly cease. The air in its swollen body began to dissipate at that moment, as if escaping a punctured wineskin, the monster’s death rattle sounding with it. The quills that adorned its back went limp, falling flush against its hideous flesh as it hung suspended from the groaning timber wall, the chains still taut with the Scorpionfish’s weight.

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