Futanari System

Ghost Ship

My Instinct yelled at me to run. But no one panicked on the ship. Where could we run even if we wanted to? We couldn't as we were at sea. The sailors were ready, and I saw Tina on the deck with a new gauntlet contraption that she had been working on. The Ghost ships sails with a phantom wind came closer to us.

It was eerie, and a peal of laughter started to sound over the calm foggy breeze. "Hehehehehehe," Echoed loudly, growing louder as the ship came closer. Soon they were close enough, and skulls appeared over the edge of the ghostship's railing. The single sail stopped its phantom wind, and words sounded over with bone-chilling intent. My instincts cried out as each word sounded.

"Ghasitph Frankiton Hourish!" Sounded knowing not what they meant, my eyes narrowed. The Bunny-kin sailors grew more serious as green glows appeared on the other boat. I was contemplating my next actions as more unknown words sounded in the eerie silence.

The ships closed, and I started to channel my power when I felt a similar presence on the other ship. A B rank was on the other side. Our mana clashed as I tried to suppress the other side. They tried the same, and I kept the mana suppression from coming down upon the mages and sailors.

"Combat initiated!" I yelled out, and hooks flew out from their side as well as our own. We took to the defensive side, ready for whatever came our way. Soon skeletons started to jump onto ropes that were hooked onto our ship, swinging over as the ships closed the gaps with hooks from either side. Their Galley was taller, making us have to climb up if we wanted to engage. I watched for the B rank on the other side. None seemed to appear as sailors engaged with swords with seaweed ridden skeletons. I decided staying on the ship wasn't a good idea. I opened the world into the void and stepped into it. I transferred myself in a short jump onto the mast of the ghost ship.

My mind sobered further as I stood on the mast, looking down. The flood of skeletons was ridden with seaweed were joined with rotting zombie corpses from various races on the mainland. I watched a corpse of a bunny-kin slumber forward into the crowd looking to sweep our ship. I felt the B ranker under the ship, and I started to come up with a theory that I was pretty sure was true. Necromancer Lich. I had only heard vague stories of them. They were rare on the mainland since most nations shunned the Necromancer in general. I did not understand why until I met undead.

The eerie feeling that ignited my instincts made me hate them instinctually. I created a simple firebomb down upon the deck of the ship casting with my staff. That took the attention of many undead, turning to look at me. Then that B ranker moved as the zombies and skeletons ignored me again. I want to fight in the open with my ability to change positions in a smaller area would be a handicap. The B ranker came up the stairs of the galley from below. My instincts cried out to me.

All I wanted to do was run away. Flee in fear of the thing coming up those stairs as the skeletons and zombies lumbered towards my ship. I got tired of waiting and threw more fireballs into the pile of corpses on the deck below.

This got the desired results I wanted that slow walk of the other B ranker came up faster. This thing was clearly intelligent, knowing that patience with their instinctual aura of dread would make me impatient or nervous. I was nervous but not for the reasons they thought. This was my first battle in the 'Big leagues.' Before was amateur hour in this world.

The Thing that appeared before me was another seaweed ridden skeleton. It was different, though, as the eyes had rubies inlaid in them, and it carried a staff as well. It was a rotting piece of metal... The rotting metal was unique to me, and it was the best way I could describe it. It had a black orb at the top, and our 'eyes' locked.

Something sparked in that matching of eyes, and mine narrowed. Then it happened two apparitions appeared. They floated as the Lich cast, and the black gem glowed. I hesitated no longer, and I started casting a mana bolt at the apparition. I knew nothing of ghosts, and when it was shredded, I had a hard time suppressing a cheer. The situation didn't change as more apparitions appeared, and I started to shoot mana missiles quickly as they were summoned. Something primal screamed at me to destroy them. The Lich watched me with an unnerving stare. I wasn't sure what would come next as I wasn't used to this magical conflict type. That was when he moved.