His spear went beneath an exposed arm. At Quinlan's shoulder, the man whose strap had needed fastening thrust his sword into a guard's throat, shoved the body away, and charged into the opening with a bloody grin.
"With you, sir!"
A pirate met Quinlan with a spear thrust. He turned its point aside with Soul Reaper as a shard of the ruined bow swept in behind the man and drove through his back. The saber took his head before his knees reached the sand.
Beyond him, the elven archer's shot caught a guard looking up at the hull passing overhead. She drew again before he fell, her next arrow following Quinlan's wind into the gap between a shield and its bearer's throat.
"They're breaking! Forward!"
Quinlan brought the first boat down across the open sand beyond the fleeing crews, cutting off their last clear route along the shore. Men skidded to a halt before its bloodied hull, only to turn back toward the soldiers coming through the wreckage.
