"Down! We've got to take it down, out of the line of those things!" He shouts and points at the cannons on the drakkars. He turns to Caoul "Get Junipero over to the helm. I've got a plan." A moment later after a particularly nasty shot, he goes dashing for the helm himself.

When he gets there, he starts shouting for the helmsmen to get the ship moving. The helmsman, confused simply follows Isil's orders, and starts moving the wheel that controlled their elevation. The ship suddenly lurched downward, throwing the combatants about the deck; some keeping their footing others losing it and rolling down the deck.

The ship rocked as another fire cannon hit slammed home. One of the dwarves next to Isil screamed in panic, "Fire! The starboard rudder is afire! Damage control crews!"

Coaul's eyes widen as his head twirls and eyes fall upon the conflagration. For a moment, the lad feels like abandoning ship but then realizing that he is many feet up into the air, Coaul instead leaps off the helm deck and towards the blaze and crewman, shouting "What can I do?! What can I do to help?!"

The urge for battle warred against the desire to protect his companions. The two had split up, now, Isil on the helm deck, and Coaul dashing toward the fire burning to starboard. He briefly questioned which one to follow, but then realized the point was moot: the ship was small enough that he could be to the side of either of them, or anyone else, within seconds.

Trying to keep a watchful eye for anyone preparing to assault his companions, Garon scanned the crowd of combatants for the dwarf who appeared to be in the most peril, and took a running leap for his enemy, sword held high, eyes gleaming, a grin at his lips.

Coaul remembered himself shortly after reaching the blaze and thought better of offering poor assistance to experts when there were lives he was more capable of saving. With his fists clenched, he meets the boarding troll warband and throws a monstrous right cross at the first to cross his path.

Isil quickly realises that the best way to smother the fire will be to free dwarves for it. He unsheathes his sword, and flicks his free hand at the nearest troll, sorcerous power weaving through the air.

Coaul is taken aback when he strikes nothing but air, but the youth quickly regains his muster and dons a defensive fighting stance, waiting in anticipation for his foe's rebuttal.