Ro flinches, but a blow never comes. Instead, there's Orym, taking a hit meant for him. Sweat beads on his brow and he grips the rail tighter when he hears Orym cry out. He looks past the other halfling, seeing who is there. He can see the crossbow bolt and as badly as he wants to lash out at the person who hit Orym in the first place, Ro instead presses his free hand against the other halfling's back. He whispers a prayer and gives Orym as much healing as he can. He can't help the way he wants to, he can't lose his concentration on the whirlpool currently dragging the pirate ship away from theirs.
He looks past Orym again, trying to get sight of anyone who might come for them - for him. Ro doesn't take his hand away from Orym's back until he has to, and then it's to grip the rail with both hands to keep from losing his balance as their ship moves as if pushed. He wonders if that's the druid's doing. He doesn't let go of his whirlpool, though, as it's doing its work to drag the pirate ship into it. Whatever planks and ropes they used for boarding fall away; whatever pirates are left on the merchant ship are trapped with three options: keep fighting, surrender, or take their chances in the sea.
Ro knows that doesn't mean the fight is over. Just that the tide has hopefully turned.
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He looks past Orym again, trying to get sight of anyone who might come for them - for him. Ro doesn't take his hand away from Orym's back until he has to, and then it's to grip the rail with both hands to keep from losing his balance as their ship moves as if pushed. He wonders if that's the druid's doing. He doesn't let go of his whirlpool, though, as it's doing its work to drag the pirate ship into it. Whatever planks and ropes they used for boarding fall away; whatever pirates are left on the merchant ship are trapped with three options: keep fighting, surrender, or take their chances in the sea.
Ro knows that doesn't mean the fight is over. Just that the tide has hopefully turned.