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It was a dicey plan, one that took bravery and patience. The two killers passed within a hairs breadth of the stalking katta, the smaller one reeking of alcohol. They approached the place of noise carefully and on alert. Thankfully for Ramon it was a moonless night, and here on the docks candles and torches were hardly of use, the spray of the ocean taking the light and extinguishing it as soon as one could light them. The odds were in Ramons favor and the plan seemed to be working as the two passed and investigated the area.
However, as hard as it was to spot the katta that had successfully maneuvered around them, it was even harder still to spot the crowns that had been used as bait. However, a breif bit of light did reflect on one of the thrown crowns and as soon as the older pirate saw it he screamed out in confident knowledge "Its a trap!" Turning around quick with his cutlass in hand he saw Ramon barreling into him, cold steel aimed at his neck. Stumbling back as if to put distance between the surprise attack, the old pirate raised his sword to block and was almost successful. Ramons sword clashed loudly against that of the older killer's steel, sending the kattas strike not to the neck, but riding the opponents sword edge all the way down to where Ramons weapon cut a thick gash on his opponents chest.
Howling in pain at the blow, the old pirate fell to the ground and attempted to roll away from the katta attacker. The other younger pirate, whose intoxication made things a little slower for him, was only now coming to his senses. "We'lll teach you to get involved housecat!" he yelled as he charged drunkenly, intent upon lunging into Ramon. The katta would have only seconds to act before the younger, more muscular, pirate would tackle him to the ground.
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