Hector- Vs. SIren

Feet thundered across the deck around Bethwyn as the crew of the Maelstrom fought back. A clawed hand grabbed hold of her leg, in exactly the same place where she was seized in her nightmare. She shrieked as she fell, the creature crawling up her legs and hips, over her stomach toward her face. Bethwyn raised a hand, claws springing from her fingertips as she slashed down at the monster, tearing strips from its wide face. The huge milky eyes didn’t even blink, its cavernous mouth yawning open as it came to bite her. Putrid, salty breath rolled over her in a tide. She tried to scream but nothing came out, gripped as she was by fear and the beast from the deep.

Suddenly the creature halted as if on a choke chain, huge eyes bulging. Bethwyn held it away from her, still gnashing its teeth, but instead of her it bit at the air, snatching and clawing at an invisible foe. Its hands went to its throat, Bethwyn watched as it struggled for breath. Then, with a harsh crack its head spun around, slime and seaweed spraying the young Wildcat as its corpse collapsed on top of her.

All around her limbs were snapped and severed as gradually Vega’s men pushed the foul creatures back, forcing them off the gore-slicked deck. Through the crowd of fighting men and monsters, Bethwyn saw Hector. Had he saved her? The magister’s left arm was raised, the black-stained palm open toward her, fingers splayed, a look of deadly concentration on his face. He was ten yards away from her. How in the world could he have stopped the beast?

B3 P2 C6