Somehow she doesn't think waiting for the lockdown to lift will be too much trouble.

Might even lift before they're fully satisfied...

Well, one of the good parts about being the captain is that you don't always have to run around and haul lines during normal sailing.

True... And hopefully her crew can figure out 'head towards Ketterdam' without too much supervision. 

It's not like it's an uncharted treasure island.

At least not until they hit the streets themselves. 

She wouldn't ask that of her helmsmen. Need a local pilot for that.

Lucky that they're going to find one, then. 

Things falling into place like that is how you can tell you're on a good job.

And between the two of them, they'll keep it up. 

Elsewhere, and some time later, a small group departs the docks of Ketterdam, having recently arrived on a ship come from Fjerda.

A tall, gaunt woman, powerfully built though nowhere near as muscular as she once was, keeps right behind Kuwei, slightly to the side, subtly scanning the area. (Even without her powers, she's still a fighter. She still can guard one person.)

(She had a lot of time to think, in between the feverish shakes and the vomiting and the hallucinations. She's had a lot of names - a lot of identities - a lot of selves - a lot of masks over the years. The fever feels like it burned those away, scorching them in the same illness that took her powers. 'Feilan' is the only self left, and the only name she'll carry now.)

A shadow - invisible to both women, even less perceptible to their enemies - keeps pace with them from the rooftops. 

Kaz knows there's going to be an attack. They were seen docking and disembarking. The only question is when, and which angle. She knows how she'd do it, if it were her...

(Not from this alley. Next? Nope.)

The attack, when it comes, is from a direction none of them expected - 

First, a powerful blast of air rushes down the street. 

Second, something - bright and gold even in the darkness - dives like a falcon right for 'Kuwei.'

- Fucker - 

She isn't some helpless child - she's druskelle, princess, wolf - 

Her blade snaps up to meet the falcon before it can make contact, as she shoves 'Kuwei' towards the ground, imposing herself above her charge. 

Yeah, no. 

Her blade skates off golden skin, and an inhuman face looks at her only briefly before a powerful wing bats her out of the way like she's little more than a gnat.

She ducks - grabs the wing near its roots - tries to throw the bastard, uses his momentum against him a little too get 'Kuwei' out of immediate grabbing range, but she can't do much and the other wing is still in play as are the rest of the assholes limbs and whatever souped up Squaller they've got - 

She's lasted longer in this fight than anyone in her condition has any right to, just by not going down with the first blow. She won't last through a second. 

And that's about when three hundred pounds of snarling angry wolf interrupts.

As good as his armored skin is - and as powerful as his wings are ‐ he still does not weigh three hundred pounds, and not even a wingéd supersoldier is immune to physics. 

Trassel's momentum knocks him clear of Feilan and Kuwei, especially with Feilan's help. 

He doesn't stay down for long, though. 

She lets go of him before he can be ripped away from her - then grabs 'Kuwei' and starts pulling her under cover. 

Cover sounds good, she'd love to meet some.

Flying goddamn freaks were not in the contract!! She's no Jesper, but she'll still shoot it.