Grana nodded as Hal jumped past a few pirates to join him. Grana quickly noted that the spear was merely steel this time, not more seastone. "Good. I won't have to worry about Hal accidentally sending me to the grave." As Hal approached, Grana quickly snuck a peek at the barricade. Enough of it was still standing to hold off the fishman. Grana began to hiss instructions to Hal, quiet enough that the other pirates couldn't hear. "Alright, this is how we're gonna do this. Most of these guys are probably cowards who joined up for the women and gold, hoping to be protected by Harligold's name. They just saw us take out two of their officers, so they're gonna be a little wary. We want them to fear us. Kill a couple as cruelly as you can. It might make you a little sick, but feel free to aim for the eyes or the groin. Show them that it would be better to try their luck against the fresh and strong villagers than the two merciless and beat pirates before them. If we're lucky, they'll run away." Grana slowly sidled to Hal and moved so that the two were back to back. "I really hope this works."
Two pirates charged Grana, and he decided to take his own advice. "Tch. That one's wearing armor." Grana sliced him across the thighs, using a gap in the armor as an entry point. The other fool received a kick in the groin for his troubles. As both fell to their knees, Grana decided to dispose of them immediately. He curled his arm around his body, careful not to hit Hal. Grana's arm then swung back like a spring, decapitating the first. Using the momentum of the swing, Grana flipped the blade and stabbed into the heart of the second pirate, the curved blade of the katana just arcing around the chest armor through the collarbone. As he removed his red-veined blade, Grana kicked the decapitated head towards the other pirates. As he heard bone crunch against his boot, even Grana felt squeamish. "Uurgh. It really doesn't get any easier, does it? Still, if it means I'll live..." Grana grinned ferally at the remaining pirates, some of whom were vomiting at the sight of the head. "Hal... Get rid of the others quickly. I can hold the barrier for perhaps another minute, but I'm damn near juiced. Did you grab some of those explosives from Peter?" Grana was desperate to end this battle as quickly as possible. He wanted as much energy as possible while fighting that fishman, and that meant dropping to portal as quickly as possible.