"Oh my, things sound lively over on the Traveler's side."
With one swing, Kaeya froze a row of crewmen aiming guns at him into ice pops, then finished with a flourish and stood jauntily on the deck.
At the far end of his line of sight, teeth-rattling explosions erupted at intervals from the cabin where Ultron, Lin Ze, and the others were.
"How unusual. Little Klee didn't even go in with the Traveler. How are they making such a racket?"
As Kaeya pondered this, a breeze swept past the hair beside his ear. A heavy thud behind him made him turn.
After glancing at the arrow slowly disappearing from the head of a robot lying on the deck, Kaeya looked up into the sunlight and waved at the figure standing atop the mast.
"Thanks, Poet. I'll buy you a drink later~"
"Huh? I never thought I'd get to drink on Captain Kaeya's tab. I'd better savor it, then. Ah, why must favors always be repaid eventually? Otherwise, I could have an endless supply of wine."
Venti joked, his lips curving into a smile, but his arrows never let up. Under his onslaught, Ultron's robots dropped from the sky like dumplings into a pot, easing much of the burden on the assault team below.
Venti's regretful words traveled on the faintly salty sea breeze to Zhongli, who stood on a stone pillar admiring the scenery.
"Hmm..."
"Hmm? Old... ah, does Mr. Zhongli have something to say?"
After dispatching every airborne robot in sight, Venti glanced over and spotted the thoughtful expression on Zhongli's face.
"Not at all. I merely have a different perspective on what the Poet just said." Zhongli jumped down from the stone pillar, the sea breeze making the hem of his coat billow.
He took a few steps