"Bri!" Corey called.

Years of battle had done the old MacMurdach sister good. On impulse Brian threw the torch to her little sister and the fighting officially commenced, The odds were most definitely in the men's favor, roughly 20-1. Unfortunately, no one could be sure of the income based on the rumors. Only of the fighters really seemed capable of dying if everything was indeed true.

A man missing an eye charged Corey. She switched hands to counter her opponent better. Their blades clashed and held. Both leaning to redirect the blow. They were at a stalemate, so Corey pulled out a dirk and slashed the man's throat. He fell aside, and she moved into the fray, intent on finding her sister. Skirmishes went on around her, twenty men it seemed, to one girl. Killian looked to be in need of help, fending off more than her share of buccaneers. Corey was more than willing to be of service. She bisected one man, and got close enough to run three through with a single thrust.

The men turned to face the new opponent allowing Corey to back up to her dark haired friend. "Jus' like old times eh?" Corey asked as they dueled back to back.

"I'm a bit rusty though." Killian admitted.

"Aye, so is Murphy," Corey replied as she caught a glimpse of her short friend miss a block, resulting in an impaled leg. There was no time to save her or be remorseful. In times like the present, it was kill or be killed.

Killian spared a glance, "Well, that's what cell life can do te ye. Looks like she'll pull through though." Murphy was putting weight on the injured leg as she continued to fend off men.

"Oh bloody hell." Corey nearly shrieked. The one eyed man, throat dripping, had blocked her view. Recovering quickly as he swung she said, "I thought I killed you!"

"Not well enough girly." He replied, and stumbled as she fell onto him. This time she succeeded in slicing off his head, and threw it in the opposite direction of his body.

"I'd like te see him come back te life now." She replied darkly. He didn't. And Corey soon knew a successful way to kill the undead. The man she had cut in half didn't reappear either. She nudged Killian who nodded, and they charged a large group of men, trying to slice clear anything they could. Murphy soon joined them, and Dacey seemed to be in the center of the mob.

The girls drove them into the cave entrance with lots of hard work and perseverance, and eventually the plan worked. With the majority of the men centered before them they were much easier to deal with. Murphy was quick to reveal to her friends that her wound didn't even bleed; it had just hurt, a lot. In the cave with no exit, the men fell upon their fallen comrades, and by the light of the torch looked to be feeding on the disfigured dead. The girls were repulsed by the very sight as the men's eyes began glowed a blood red, and pointed teeth began to protrude from their mouths. The girls watched stunned, as the men began to drink the blood of the dead. Dacey's stomach was the first to revolt to the scene before her. Corey was the next to vomit, almost simultaneously with Killian. Murphy was the only one to keep her previous meals where they should be, but that was do to the fact that she did not have a direct view into the caves.

When the men seemed to be done they turned to face the girls, all of which who cringed and shuddered when their eyes connected. The torch behind them began to hiss. It had begun to mist heavily outside. The rain increased so that the torch flickered and died, and the girls could hardly see each other. The unearthly men lunged at the girls who retreated, not knowing what else to do. Murphy quickly regained her confidence. She did not take retreating lightly. She was also not partial to walking backwards. She felled the first man who came at her. She recovered in time to take on a second. The rest of the girls were reinvigorated and began to challenge the men coming at them as well.

Dacey rushed to block, but was not quick enough. She was run through and her opponent threw her a good ten yards into the darkness where the girls heard her body land with a thud. Corey was the first to recover and challenged the man who had killed her friend. He was a large black man, twice the size of the stout Murphy. He had the bloodthirsty look in his eyes that Ronan had told her about and lunged at him. The black man laughed. "What are you tryin' to do girly? Get yerself killed?"

"Let's try it out shall we?" Corey challenged brandishing her weapon in a few flashy slashes. "You ready to die Omar?"

The big man laughed again. "Are you stupid Corey?"

"Nope, just angry. Now stop talkin' an' fight."

The man obliged, cleanly blocking Corey's offensive. "I'm bigger'n ye Little One, ye can't possible think ye can beat me?"

"I can think anything I want." Corey replied through clenched teeth as she lunged again. She was fighting a losing battle and she knew it.

"How many more are ye goin' te risk?" Ronan's voice asked.

"What d'ye mean?" Corey questioned never letting her eyes leave that of her opponent.

"Dacey's down."

"I know."

"And Murphy, an' Killian jus' went down."

"Well then talk talkin' an' fight ye pansy."

Just then a bloodcurdling shriek paused all movement. "What in bloody hell was that?" Someone asked.

"A banshee?" Ronan guessed.

Corey broke off her fight with Omar and looked quickly to Ronan, "Ye get the girls, we need te go. Now." Then she took off in the direction of her sister. Despite the rain the young girl could see clearly through the rain, and in the distance she saw what she didn't want. Renaldo had thrust his blade deep into her sister's chest. Only Brian could scream like a banshee. She shuddered with the thought. She arrived in the shadows at the scene of her sister's demise.

"Who's next?!" Renaldo roared in his moment of glory.

"Ye can't kill us." Corey replied harshly.

"I killed her I can do anything." He replied looking at the younger sister with a smirk of triumph.

"That's where ye'd be wrong," Corey replied and started on her sister's killer, revenge clearly defined in her every feature.

Out of nowhere Ronan tackled the blonde and the two of them wrestled in the sand. Ronan got on top of her "We have te go. Now!"

"Git the bloody hell offa me." She yelled. The redhead complied.

"Yer ships sailin'. I already got the girls on it. We're jus' waitin' on ye."

"I'm not leavin' without my sister."

"She's dead." Ronan said.

"I know that. But I'd much rather her be dead with me, than be dead, out here. Alone. So we don't leave until we get her---" The young girl let out her own hair raising scream and charged back towards Renaldo, hefting her sister's still body over her shoulder and following the Irishman to the beach where one small rowboat was waiting. She wasn't afraid to kill any one in her way. She might have been in awe at how they fell aside, undying, had she not been in a fit of rage that could not be stopped until she had run out of men to kill.

They quickly loaded the boat, and rowed out to the ship that was waiting a ways off, in the middle of the canal. They were pulled aboard their own vessel by multiple helping hands, and Corey got them to lay her sister out on deck and they each said their own sad prayer for their lost leader. Then a few of them toted the body down into the Captain's room. Corey stood at the helm, beside Curran watching the girls scramble around doing their jobs, only she wasn't really seeing them. She was jarred back to reality when she heard Renaldo's angry voice. "There's only one MacMurdach left, Corey, your sister can't protect you anymore. You will be mine eventually!"

Corey turned to Curran, her eyes brimming with tears, Curran was the only person who had ever seen her in her two times of weakness, and the only two times she had ever cried. "Get us out of here yeah?"

Curran nodded, and shouted the orders to get the ship moving.