The sailors barely had time to react before Damon was upon them.
A silver blur streaked across the deck, weaving between lantern-lit shadows with inhuman fluidity. The first man to raise his musket was met with a brutal fate as Damon closed the distance in an instant, seizing the barrel of the weapon and wrenching it sideways with such force that the sailor's wrist snapped audibly.
Before he could even scream, Damon spun behind him and drove the Energy Flintlock into the back of his skull, and with a flash of green light, his head was gone. The body slumped forward, crumpling like discarded rags.
The second sailor fired his matchlock, but Damon was already gone. A flash of movement at the sailor's flank was all the fellow noticed before his throat was slashed open with a crescent arc of moonlight that revealed itself to be a sharp dagger of ice in Damon's grip.
