The great barrel of the gun is sliced from its base, and the entire thing goes sliding off into the sand, while the ship itself continues to move forward.

Except.... there's a deep crunch, from below the deck, then the whole ship starts to list back towards where the gun's barrel is being left. And the cabin Zash is in starts to slide ever so gently into the sand after the barrel.

...what now.

Alright time to skedaddle from this cabin and run back to the deck to assess. "Starting to get why you hate your old boss so much," he calls to Morgan.

"You see why I wanted backup!!!" she yells back.

As he runs, part of the floor gives way, and then...

Something catches on his foot and it is dragging him away from the ship, onto the sands below.

The fuck!

Grappling hook, go, he can try to attach himself to the thick sturdy body of one of the cranes he was just using.

He is briefly caught in a tug of war, awkwardly hanging in mid air.

"Hang on, I'll—"

Nope.

That crane his grappling hook is attached to? That loses its supports. He is, rather unfortunately, now still pulling it after him.

What no no no no this guy is planning something bad and if he wants to distract Zash this much that must mean it's really really bad—

Too late! Squish.

(Someone in a car is laughing softly, grinning widely and looking like he's just had the time of his life. "A thrilling contest, Fallen One, but it's apparent that divinity is still out of your reach.")

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck he needs to get out he needs to get up ugh why does he have bones and internal organs they suck he's like 50% sure he just broke all of his ribs and probably at least one arm one leg a collarbone and maybe even a hipbone it hurts so much it hurts like hell and yet somehow he manages to not immediately pass out from the pain because he has one overriding priority that he needs to take care of:

Yvette.

If this man ever touches a single hair on her head Zash will break his rule. Zash will make him hurt. He refuses, he refuses to be buried here under a fucking crane while the sand steamer rides away from him he needs to get up needs to go needs to save them—

Unfortunately, with all of the things of his that are now broken, he will probably find it a bit difficult to get out from under this mess.

He can still sense some things, from under it, even if his view of it isn't particularly good. There is a great wrenching sound of metal, a loud crash, and then there is silence. Faintly, in the distance, he can hear gunshots, followed by more silence. He can feel the ship's plant pulled from the ship's core, and... headed right towards him. Then it stops.

There's a faint sound of footsteps crunching onto sand, at a leisurely pace.

"Legato, I assume," because he is not gonna get such pedestrian things as "a punctured lung or two" stop him from talking. Even if he then has to cough a lot of blood out.

There's a faint laugh, and the figure comes into view.

"My reputation precedes me, I see! I am flattered to be known by the blood of God himself. I am but a humble servant, carrying out His work."

Then he leans down.

His hair is a similar shade of blue as Morgan, and his eyes the same gold.

"But you are fortunate that I am not worthy to judge you, for I would have found you wanting."

"What do you want you absurd nutjob."

"What any good holy man wants. Peace for all the world, and redemption for its sinners. Good fortune in your quest for divinity, Fallen. You certainly need it."

And that is when something heavy crunches into his skull.