Disagreement

The human on the left swung a Greatsword bearing a Lion Totem at Harkel—this weapon startled her. The Night Elf on the right wielded two Shortswords and slowly closed in on her. Harkel caught the Greatsword's blow with her own blade, then kicked the dark-skinned human away with all her strength, leaving a crewman to deal with him.

By the time she reacted, the Night Elf's blade had nearly grazed her neck. But she was not the target. The target was the gun in her hand. Like Bolilake's instrument, it was knocked away by a sword and fell into the sea.

Harkel had liked that musket very much and cursed that this Night Elf would pay the price. Captain's Sword clashed with the damaged Alliance Twin Swords. After only three exchanges, Harkel drove her sword into the Night Elf's shoulder, pinning her down. Every movement brought her piercing pain. Harkel seized the woman's head and slammed it hard against the mast, producing a dull crack of a shattered skull.

"Bolilake!" Harkel pulled the shortsword from her arm and threw it to the unarmed Goblin, shouting, "Light every cannon! Fire!"

The Alliance had actually used harpoons to board The Witherer, but harpoons could not be fired very far. That meant their ship was nearby, though its exact position could not be seen.

Before long, thunderous cannon fire came rolling in, shaking the air without end.

Harkel heard the sound of shots striking the deck, and it delighted her. The Forsaken crewmen were invigorated as well.

The Alliance had clearly been thrown into disarray by the sudden bombardment. Harkel's strategy had worked. The Forsaken gradually gained the upper hand.

Then, the Alliance's horns sounded behind the fog. Harkel believed they meant "retreat." She was proven right. The enemies climbed the ropes and