The large tavern had descended, or perhaps ascended given it really wasn't above such things has bar fights, into utter confusion. A crowd of drunks armed with a passion in their bellies and a lack of intelligence faced off with chairs and fists against the three trained pirates who had come to rob them. Smoke, dust, and splinters of wood coated a fine layer of grime on everything in sight but the opened hole in the ceiling provided a bit of extra light from the surrounding buildings. It was doubtful anyone would intervene, unless there were other mages who had somehow snuck into the mission, and the civilians who heard the racket were likely to busy in petty arguments or card games at the nearby bars. No, the people in here were on their own, and for now it was a numbers game but the bodies of drunks were literally piling up. It inconvenienced both sides in the dramatic confusion that was supposed to be a simple raid, but it was one that benefited Zincarla in her own fight. She wasn't sure if she could handle so many bodies against just her own magic. She was a bit rusty in fighting, having the experience but having spent the last month in legal work like maid cafes or traveling guards for already safe roads. Zincarla needed to focus herself on Captain Red- despite his stupid name and stupider attire- that cannon was deadly.
As she stumbled back from the kick of the weapon, she coughed heartily on the dust. The moment she regained her feet, just before raising her arms in defense, the captain's meaty backhand tossed her to the floor like a child's toy. She slid back a couple of feet until slipping in some spilled drink and landing on her rear in front of the sturdy wooden bar. Her cheek smarted, and the woman knew it was going to bruise up something fierce. The guys were going to give her a mutual hard time about it while eager to kick the ass of whoever managed the feat. But this she could deal with on her own. The captain aimed his cannon at her, just as she skidded to a stop against the counter. Zincarla's hands pressed against the floor readying her to leap back to her feet. The cannon was too large to simply dodge and with it shoved against her chest there was half a second where she actually considered that it might be her end. And what an idiotic end that would be.
Zincarla bit down on her lip and tensed, her whole body going rigid as the captain said his farewell and lit up the shot. The hefty ball shot through her chest, bursting through her back and then through the wooden counter. There was a piercing brief scream in the air as the captain guffawed and blood spilling over the floor beneath Zincarla's body. Glasses and liquor bottles exploded, raining cheap booze and sparkling shards back at the captain and over the witch herself. Zincarla grit her teeth in anger, her long hair coating against her face with both blood and alcohol. "Too easy, boys! Take 'em all down!" Red hollered, turning his back to face the stunned crowd. In the dim lighting, a soft gasp broke the abrupt silence of the room. A patron stared open mouthed at the woman who had fired them all up.
Zincarla glimmered as a pale blue version of herself lifted up from the floor. Her clothes and arms still dripping with blood, but her entire body in tact. She was alive, or appeared to be. In ghostly form, she turned around slowly, peering down at the bar man, the tavern owner who's dead form littered behind the broken counter. Limbs were detached and the gruesome bloody sight explained where the blood on her own form had come from. He must have been hiding, taking cover behind the bar while the fight kicked up into higher gear. She hadn't noticed before, but Zincarla's use of her incorporeal form to save herself from the cannon blast has come at the cost of that man's own life. She stared at the mess behind the bar, her face contorting in rage, as much at herself as at the pirate captain.
Her eyes were locked onto the broken limbs, piles of broken glass and wood like a tornado had ripped just the owner's body into pieces. It was worse than anything she had ever seen. It was even worse than the very first body she had discovered in the streets as an urchin all those years ago. It took effort to turn herself away and back towards the pirates, Captain Red and the patrons. It was around that moment that they noticed her as well. The Captain shook his head, shaking in disbelief, or perhaps fear. "Impossible, nobody takes a hit from my cannon and lives! And... and ghosts aren't real!" His face was a shade paler, but not as pale as Zincarla. The witch stood there, glancing down at her hands, soaked from the bloody floor. Her skin, her body, her clothing were all a translucent glistening shade of sapphire.
Zincarla trembled as she took the two steps forward, standing toe-to-toe with the villainous captain. She affixed her stance to the floor, ignoring all eyes now but his. She aimed a hearty punch straight through the man before her, her arm passing through his dense red jacket, his shirt, and his stomach, passing through to the other side. Still, Red flinched as expected. "I can't touch you in this form. And you can't touch me." He quaked in his boots and a nearby man, she wasn't sure if it was a lackey or a civilian cried out, "Oh gods, I can see her hand! It's on the other side, look!" Zincarla jerked her neck to the side, tossing her wet sticky hair from her face with a dark expression. "Let's change that then, shall I?"
As swiftly as before, without a word, an utterance of magic, or a thrown handful of enchanted bones, Zincarla's form solidified back into her normal self. Her pink outfit still red-marked and her skin slimed with the innocent death on her hands. The Captain let out a fiercesome scream then, her arm coming into form inside of his belly with an agonizing grip. "I had only planned on scaring you off, bad guy or whatever. But you're not worth letting go." She reached up with her free hand and snatched his hat from his head, putting it on her own, "Address me with respect, and maybe I'll let you live." Captain Red glowered at her, a crimson tinge in his mouth revealing just how much pain he had to be in.
"Of course, My apologies," He growled, glancing to his men. She blinked at him and gestured with her free hand, "Captain. Say it. Tell these people who your boss is." He shifted his weight and cried out, "All right, all right, Captain. You're the captain!" The other pirates weren't sure what they were supposed to do; they had never seen the captain in such a dire state. They had never even so much had heard him admit he was wrong about something. Hate boiled behind Red's eyes, and his hand tightened hard on the cannon he still held in his hand. Zincarla didn't need more than that to finish the job. She wasn't normally so cruel, so heartless, in any of her fights. No doubt even her own friends would think she was about to go too far here. But the woman didn't have the patience or the care about anything. When she looked Red in the face from under the brim of his own hat, she didn't even seem to really see him. Zincarla could only see the man in pieces burned into her thoughts.
With that, she jerked her arm out of the man as if withdrawing her punch, leaving a wide gap where his stomach had been and a tangle of ropey intestine left behind. Red didn't speak again, collapsing to the ground before her.
WC: 1605+1362= 2967