[He knows something's wrong when no one hits the water. Usually, they've got at least one by now, a dockhand with too few brains and too many muscles halfway over the ship just at the curve of his waist, the sharpness to his smile. But everyone seems to know what they're doing, and he stops to squint at the ship.
It's at that point he sees something coming and jerks to the side, just enough to avoid a dart whizzing by his ear, and his heart thrums.]
What the fuck--
[He dives, another one catching his hair as he propels himself under the boat as quickly as he can, over to where Lup must be. They need to leave, they need to go right now, if they just dive they can make it and get out of here. He's yelling under the water as he goes, in the hopes she'll hear him first.]
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It's at that point he sees something coming and jerks to the side, just enough to avoid a dart whizzing by his ear, and his heart thrums.]
What the fuck--
[He dives, another one catching his hair as he propels himself under the boat as quickly as he can, over to where Lup must be. They need to leave, they need to go right now, if they just dive they can make it and get out of here. He's yelling under the water as he goes, in the hopes she'll hear him first.]
Lup, they're attacking! Lup! We have to go!