last attack he had suffered had come from the underside of Morrigan's boot, and not the sheath of the sword he wielded. He stared blankly up at the sky above, disoriented. Surrounded by shards of splintered wood, his knife several meters away and definitely out of range, Futtleshuckle almost gave in to the oblivion that was unconsciousness. Almost. As he fought the blurred blackness that crept into the edges of his vision, he glanced to his blade, so impossibly far away. The edge was stained red with blood that certainly wasn't his, and he found himself grinning around a mouthful of broken teeth. Somehow, one of his attacks had cut the pirate. Perhaps his pray wasn't so far out of his league as he thought...

Inside the room, Morrigansighed as Yonyon dabbed delicately at the thin slice upon his lower leg. It was barely more than a paper cut, yet it signalled to the young Captain that he still had a long, long way to go in terms of mastering his smoke. Yonyon scowled at him, eyeing the remnants of the door that still hung pathetically, clinging to the hinges. He tied a bandage around his Captain's calf, pulling the material a little tighter than was necessary. Morrigan winced in pain, yet the grin never left his face. ''What...?''

''You know damned well what. I just said, it would be fucking stupid to damage the room any more than it has been already, and you just took out the door! Are you wanting Jaxxon to find us