The corpse collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open in anger and disbelief.
Alka flicked the blood off her blade.
"Looks like you didn't tie yourself up tight enough."
Then she wrinkled her nose and sniffed.
"What's that smell?"
She glanced at the pirate nearby, his face splattered with blood, trembling nonstop with a wet patch by his leg.
Another slash swung his way.
"You fucking pissed yourself? Goddamn bastard, your junk's useless. Should've cut it off when you were a kid!"
She flicked the blood off her blade again. Clear water materialized in her hand, forming a stream that washed her sword perfectly clean.
"Motherfucker, you've dirtied my blade."
She raised her sword to strike again, paused, and thought better of it. She sheathed the blade and walked back to Jason and the others.
Juanlu, already brought up to speed by Jes, looked at Alka.
"Why not kill them? What's the point of keeping these assholes?" He eyed the pirates with utter contempt.
