"There! Fire! Fire! Before he spews his hellfire!"
The wheels of the cannons squeaked as they were dragged across the deck and pointed at the figure suspended in the sky. Flames pressed against the wicks and a dozen thunderous roars echoed out as the cannons launched one by one.
The cannon balls left trails of putrid emerald fire as they flew, almost resembling a metal dragon spewing fire. Seeing their desperate attacks, and hearing how they remembered him, Scar couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself.
"How cute, It seems dead men do tell tales."
Without a hint of hurry, he lazily held one of his hands out in front of him, his cloak keeping itself spread as more and more glaring lights appeared within its darkness. The first cannonball touched his palm for a second, before erupting with a deafening explosion.
